Its soft, sexy silhouette would hug each and every one of her curves perfectly. The scoop neckline and immodest slit up the side seemed almost too tempting. She yearned to wear it, if only to spy the look of sheer disapproval she would be sure to elicit from their dinner guests. Ramses, most of all. She knew, however, that her fashion statement lacked a certain amount of practicality. Staking out the hideout of her father’s murderer in an evening gown didn’t make much sense. Next to the wine-colored frock, a pair of sleek, black leather pants and a matching silk chemise lie draped over one of the bed pillows. While Ramses was preoccupied in the bathroom with a shower and shave, Maliyah took the liberty of removing her robe and slipping into the more sensible two-piece ensemble. A few minutes later, Ramses sauntered out, naked excerpt for a scant cotton towel that sat low on his hips. Maliyah’s breath hitched momentarily, robbing precious air from her lungs. The man possessed one hell of an impressive physique.
