Special Delivery by Amanda Bretz Page B

interrupted her shoot. Between the interruption and Priscilla, she wondered if she hadn’t made a bad decision in opening her photography studio in her own home. It was a nice way to save on rent, but it came with a price. Lots of distractions.
    “Delivery for Corina Saunders,” came a deep, sexy voice from a tall, brawny man in a sinfully tight button-down shirt and aesthetically appealing snug shorts.
    Corina rolled her lips inward when she glanced at the bulge in the front of his pants.
    “That’s me,” she told the dark-haired stud.
    Corina had been getting packages delivered for some time now and she’d never seen the sexy hunk in front of her before. At least not at her doorstep, she realized, as he lifted his head from the digital device she was supposed to sign.
    “Zach,” she said breathlessly. Their gazes connected. “What a…nice surprise.”
    Corina immediately frowned to herself at what she must look like. The last time Zach had seen her, she’d been wearing makeup, her wild, curly mane had been tamed into soft ringlets and she’d been dressed in a black, low-cut shirt trimmed with lace, paired with jeans that had hugged her heart-shaped ass. Today, she had on yoga pants, a soft V-necked T-shirt and her hair was gathered in a messy bun at her nape. Since seeing Zach last week, she’d fantasized about meeting up with him again, and this was so not the look she imagined she’d be sporting if they ever crossed paths again.
    “It seems like we meet again over a package,” Zach said with a smile so sexy Corina almost ripped her clothes off right then and there.
    Priscilla waddled up next to her and began slowly sniffing Zach’s feet.
    “Oh, you have a basset? My grandmother had one when I was a kid. He was the best dog,” he said as he knelt to scratch Priscilla’s long ears. He smoothed his hand across the top of her head and softly cooed to her.
    Amazed, Corina watched as the pooch wagged her tail and rolled her obese body over so Zach could pet her belly. She’d never seen her dog take to a stranger so easily. Not that Priscilla was a viscous dog. She just didn’t care to expend any energy on strangers.
    “Wow, I’ve never seen her like this. She normally doesn’t care for anyone but me and my brother. She usually keeps to herself whenever anyone else is around.”
    “I just have a way with women,” Zach said with a wink.
    Corina started to say she bet he did. With his perfectly sculpted body, handsome face and the way his shorts cupped his cock, she imagined he rarely spent a night alone. The thought caused a fire of envy to burn in the pit of her belly. She had to remind herself to calm down. Even though she’d enjoyed a lusty evening the night of the calendar shoot with her vibrator and Zach’s image in her mind, her logical side knew she had no claim on the man. He could see whoever he wanted, and she was positive that included plenty of women. Unsure what to say or how to end the conversation, she balanced the small cardboard box in her right hand and tried to coax Priscilla away from Zach with her left.
    “He’s a busy man, girl. You can’t hog him all to yourself,” she said, unclear if she was speaking to the dog or herself.
    “It’s okay, I like the attention just as much as she does, maybe more,” Zach told her.
    Oh, so he was attention-hungry. That explained why he was so comfortable modeling in the buff for her.
    “So, are you going to the charity auction and the ball next week?” Zach asked her casually. He clipped the small electronic clipboard device to the belt at his waist.
    “I don’t know. I was invited after I did the photo shoot, but… I’m not sure.”
    “You should come—and make sure you bid on me at the bachelor auction, of course.”
    Corina was so surprised at his statement that she dropped the small cardboard box at her feet. Why was Zach—Mr Out of My League himself—asking if she’d be at the event? She opened her mouth to speak but no