The manly scent filled her nostrils. Her fall had Left her splayed on top of Bennett, with just one hand to the side, barely maintaining any separation.

“Mrs. Dreskin, don't you think it's time to get up?"

His deep voice resonated from above, a wave of embarrassment washing over Claudia.

In her haste to rise, she only seemed to fumble more.

She attempted to use Bennett as support, but catching his dark gaze caused guilt to seep in. Her distraction resulted in her hand slipping down, inadvertently brushing against Bennett's abdomen.