Mr. Independence [Sexy Independence #3]

Irene glanced at what looked like a nearly naked man. Her jaw dropped noticing the bulge between his legs. It seemed as if the man had just stepped out of the shower and was only wearing a towel with the American flag and an eagle printed on it.
Holy Moly!
“I’m Mr. Independence, and your new roommate. Care to show me around?”
“Half naked? You must be crazy! Get out of here!”
The man didn’t seem concerned about her reactions. He waved off her protest and flashed her a quick smile.
“What, Irene? Never seen a naked man before?”
Irene didn’t know what to think but her tongue was quicker than her thoughts.
“Only in my holiday fantasies!” she blurted. A blush suffused her cheeks.“Oops!” She shook her head in disbelief. “It can’t be, I mean it was just one day and it was last year’s Fourth. I mean you’re not real because you’re based on an unknown model I saw once in a magazine—maybe I’ve seen you in person before? It was just one day but I have so many memories about you, about me—about us.”