Paris came down the stairs looking incredible. Hed gone with the simple classic look of the tight white T-shirt, the low-slung jeans that showed off a glimpse of his flat belly, and a black leather jacket. His hair was perfectly mussed, a calculated look that seemed natural and sexy. At the bottom of the staircase, he turned around slowly, holding his arms out to his sides. "Well, how do I look?"Damn. "Like I want to rip your clothes off right this second. Youre gonna kill that kid. Hes going to explode, and theyre going to have to scrape his remains off the wall.""Yeesh, I was with you until you got descriptive.""Cant help it. You make me poetic.""I thought I made you horny.""Same damn thing.