ROSS CAMERON
The woman arched an eyebrow. "Did you get married?"
"No."
"Engaged?"
"No. But I'm not the bachelor for your show."
"Impossible. Your name is very familiar to me. Besides you're bachelor material," she stated. Her gaze lowered to his chest. "Nice pecs."
Ross resisted the urge to cover himself. "I feel like a slab of meat," he said.
"If you didn't want to feel like meat, you should have worn a shirt," she pointed out. Her gaze traveled down to his navel. "You must work out a lot."
"It releases tension." Hell. Now he sounded like meathead.
She frowned at him then shrugged. "You're a brave man to go shirtless on live television."
"Live television?" Ross repeated, feeling dazed.
"Yes. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about," she said, obviously irritated. "You signed a contract. Sit down."
