Camille, wrapped in her coverup, read breathlessly on the beach beneath the shade of the umbrella. Oh, what she’d do with a man like that!
Entrenched in the latest romantic exploits on her e-reader, Camille failed to notice the bronzed specimen who staked out the adjacent spot. Muscular, but not grossly so, he could have jumped right out of the book she was reading.
“Whacha readin’ beautiful?” The well oiled Hercules asked as he stretched out on his blanket baring his full figure to the gods above.
“I…ah…,” Camille couldn’t put two words together to say to a real man.