CHAPTER 14

          The bathroom door opened and Phoenix walked out, naked except for a large fluffy cream towel looped casually around his waist. His black hair was still wet from the shower, and a few wayward locks fell carelessly on his high forehead. The dark curls in the center of his chest were also still damp, tight little swirls of glistening hair which screamed out to have a woman's fingers slide sensually through them.

          Genie did her best not to stare, her heart sinking all the while. Whitney would definitely take a second glance. She was taking more than two herself.

“Was that the telephone just now?” he asked abruptly.

          She swallowed and lifted her eyes back to his face, praying that nothing showed in her expression or demeanor to betray her X-rated thoughts.

“No,” she lied fairly smoothly.