Once again the blush crept across her pale skin though her eyes were clearly busy taking him in. Everything about him was a turn on - from his arrogance to his humor to the body was clearly keeping hidden under his clothes.
Still red and still gawking, Dez stammered out, "No. No... I just..."
Dez looked around the bathroom, attempting to remember why she had come in here in the first place. "My jeans," she blurted, grabbing them and holding them in front of her like an ineffective shield. "Sorry about this..."
Stepping back, Dez shut the door and sank down with her back to it. Utterly mortified - not that she had burst in on him, but that she had stood and stared like she'd never seen a naked man before. Gods she needed help.