Dressed in his office clothes, with a slightly loose tie, crinkled suit and pants and disheveled hair, he stood on the doorway with a sensuous grin. "How is my pretty little hag doing today?" he said in a sexy voice that sent blood between her thighs.
"Daryn!" Forgetting that she was still standing on a slippery floor, she sprang for him and in the process tripped over and her towel opened. Daryn lunged towards her and his quick reflexes saved her from tripping over. Dawn looked up at him with a grin. "Well, there goes my plan to welcome you home with dignity and élan," she said with a chuckle holding on to her towel.
