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the girl’s top. Dominique suppressed a grin. She certainly hadn’t done that. Her routine had been simple—study, sleep and eat. The latter two being more debatable than the former. She’d followed her routine for four years and had her life planned out. That plan hadn’t included Chester getting her promotion, Berton cheating on her, or Kevin Jackson.
    Kevin Jackson. He was the reason she was here. The reason she’d briefly allowed herself to stroll down memory lane and recall how much she’d given up for a dream her father continued to hold out of reach. She stopped at the room number given to her and glanced at her watch. She was right on time. That should please him. Or annoy him. She didn’t know what kind of man he was yet.
    Dominique opened the large wooden door, then stopped. For some reason she’d expected a large lecture hall where she could hide in the back row, but instead it was a small room with chairs situated in a circle. That wasn’t what shocked her the most. It was seeing Kevin.
    He was magnificent, gorgeous, and completely naked.

Chapter 7
    â€œ O h , I’m sorry,” she said, quickly leaving the room to the sound of laughter.
    She sat in the hall, her face burning. An art class and he was clearly the model. She’d made an idiot of herself. Why couldn’t she have just taken a seat and pretended it was no big deal? It wasn’t as if she’d never seen a naked man before.
    Okay, to be honest, she hadn’t seen a naked man like that before. She’d seen naked men in paintings or as statues. If she was really honest, she’d admit to seeing one in a porn movie that had been as unimpressive as the storyline and another youthful mistake she’d made with a guy who liked to keep the lights off, but clearly couldn’t find his way in the dark.
    No, she’d never seen a naked man lying on his side in broad daylight as if he’d commanded the sun to touch his skin with reverence and grinned with the arrogance of a god. He was perfection. There was nothing wrong with him. She’d briefly heard a rumor that he’d been disfigured after the accident and although that had quickly been disputed, she couldn’t believe how it had ever gotten started. He was beautifully made with hazelnut skin. More muscular than she’d imagined him to be, heralding a quiet strength that was both virile and sensual. She’d expected a more lithe, carefree figure considering his reputation. She’d expected him to be more boyish in physique. But from what she saw, he was pure male.
    Dominique touched her cheeks and took a deep breath. She’d made a miscalculation, but she wouldn’t again. She had to stay cool and focused. He was a player. She’d underestimated the type of playboy based on photos she’d seen of him partying, but now she’d gotten a fuller view. She briefly closed her eyes. No, fuller view wasn’t the right word. A better perspective. Yes, that was it. She’d gotten a different perspective of him. Of course he was attractive; her sister wouldn’t have fallen for him otherwise.
    Dominique quickly rose to her feet when the door opened and students streamed out of the room. She tugged on her sleeves, smoothed down her hair and waited. Cool. She’d play it cool, she reminded herself as her heart raced. He was going to walk through those doors any minute and she had to make a good impression. She was just his driver. He couldn’t suspect anything else. She could do this. She was a professional.
    Kevin walked out of the room, now fully dressed, wearing dark trousers and a checkered shirt. He looked at her and she wished he hadn’t. He sent her a brilliant, brown gaze filled with mischief and he flashed her a knee-melting grin. “Ready to go?”
    She swallowed and forced herself to stare at his face and not dip lower. She didn’t want to remember the sight of his bare chest,