Free Red Hot Obsessions by Blair Babylon

trying to make me blush, but I won’t let him think he’s unsettled me. He can’t know I’m attracted to him—and he definitely can’t get any hint that anything might have happened last night.
    “That sounds good,” I tell him evenly.
    I study my host out of the corner of my eye. Today he's wearing a gray T-shirt and dark jeans. He looks so normal . If I passed him on the street I'd never guess he came from all this. My eyes linger on the way his sleeves stretch over his shoulders, the way his hair curls down around the collar. He still hasn't shaved, but he doesn't look sloppy. Just deliciously sexy.
    I glance away before I get worked up again. I'm not here to ogle Calder. I'm not some sort of animal or sex fiend. I'm a professional woman who came here to save her dad's life’s work.
    Calder leads me up a flight of stairs. My bedroom was already on the second floor—where the heck is he taking me? My question is answered when we reach the top and he throws open a door. Cold air rushes in around us. He's brought me up to the roof.
    “I hope you’re not afraid of getting a little wet,” he says, his eyebrow quirking.
    I try to ignore the sexual implication of his words.
    His hand grazes my lower back as he ushers me outside. A tingle races across my skin. I step away from him, but the heat from his touch lingers on my spine.
    The roof is, no surprise, spectacularly beautiful. This section is covered by a high pavilion ceiling, and globe lanterns dangle from the beams. There's an entire freaking kitchen up here—complete with a large stone oven—a full bar, and of course the sort of furniture that puts the grungy couch in my apartment to shame. Beyond the pavilion, a pool stretches across the roof, its silvery surface dappled by rain. The surrounding patio is done in gorgeous red-brown stone. The whole scene looks like something I've only ever seen on one of those fancy television design shows.
    “What do you think?” Calder says. “Want to go for a swim?”
    I must show my shock on my face because he lets out a laugh.
    “Haven’t you ever been for a swim in the rain?” he asks. “You get damp either way.”
    I’m not sure if he’s being serious or not.
    “I don’t have a swimsuit,” I remind him.
    The corner of his mouth curls up. “Not a problem.”
    Before I can utter another word, he pulls his t-shirt over his head, exposing his perfectly chiseled chest.
    My mouth falls open, but I snap it quickly shut again.
    “What are you doing?” I say.
    He grins. “Swimming.”
    His hands move to the button of his jeans.
    “Are you stripping?” I’m unable to keep the shock out of my voice.
    “I’m not going to swim in my jeans,” he says matter-of-factly. His fingers pause on the zipper. “You’re welcome to join me, of course.”
    “I—” My entire face is on fire. “I’m not going to take off my clothes.”
    He shrugs. “Suit yourself. You’re missing out, though.” He unzips his jeans and slides them down in one movement, revealing a pair of dark boxer-briefs.
    Once more I’m bombarded with memories of last night, of his naked body reclining on the bed. Of the way I touched myself at the sight of him.
    My body responds in turn now. I clench my hands and unclench them again, trying to gain control of myself.
    Calder hooks his thumbs in the waistband, and my heartbeat quickens. Is he going to pull those off, too?
    “For someone who’s shy about skinny-dipping, you certainly have no qualms about watching,” he says.
    I almost fall over.
    “I—I’m not watching,” I say, quickly turning away. “You’re the one who tore off your pants without warning.” I imagine I’m the color of a ripe tomato right about now.
    He chuckles. “Come, Ms. Frazer. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
    My blood runs cold. Oh my God. He knows about last night.
    “What—what’s that supposed to mean?” I demand, still refusing to turn and look at him. “What are you