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worse.”
    The hesitation in Knox’s voice alerted her more than the actual words he’d said. “Worse?”
    He winced regretfully. “Yeah—no undergarments. And no shoes.”
    Savannah blinked, flabbergasted. She was supposed to walk around naked under a toga? “No undergarments?” she repeated blankly, certain that she’d misunderstood him.
    He tunneled his fingers through his hair, mussing up the wavy brown locks. “Yeah, I’m afraid so. It’s to promote chakra healing, and, of course, the symbolic message of no boundaries.”
    And easy access, Savannah thought, for those graphic hands-on demonstrations. Her mouth parched and dread ballooned in her chest.
    â€œUh, if you’re finished in there…” Knox reminded her.
    Belatedly Savannah realized she still stood in the threshold of the bathroom. “Oh, sure. Sorry,” she mumbled, hastily moving out of his way.
    â€œI’ve had a quick look through the itinerary for the weekend,” Knox called through the door. “After you get dressed, you might want to flip through it.”
    â€œI plan to,” Savannah murmured absently as she picked up the long, white gown. The cool, soft cotton material smelled of fresh air. It had probably been line-dried, Savannah decided, not tossed into an industrial-sized appliance. Still, knowing that she’d be walking around buck naked underneath the almostsee-through fabric quickly dispelled any pleasant musings.
    Oh, hell. Knox would be out of the bathroom soon, so unless she wanted to do a little striptease for him, she’d best change before he came out. Savannah hurriedly removed her shoes, pantsuit, bra and undies, then picked up the gown and pulled it over her head. The fabric settled on her shoulders lightly, whispered over her body and came to rest just above her ankles. It felt surprisingly…good. Wicked even, if she were honest. Something about the way the garment caressed her body made her feel beautiful, free and sexy. She particularly liked the way the material felt against her bare breasts and rump.
    â€œAre you dressed yet?” Knox called.
    Savannah scrambled up onto the bed, put her back against the headboard and settled a pillow over her lap. She grabbed the handbook and made herself look studious and calm. It took a tremendous amount of effort.
    â€œUh…yeah,” she finally managed.
    Knox exited the bathroom. He’d obviously brushed his hair, as the brown waves were once more smoothed back into place. His lips were curled into an almost bashful, self-deprecating grin and those incredibly lean cheeks were washed in an uncharacteristic pink. He’d folded his clothes and had tucked them up under his arm. A curious emotion swelled in Savannah’s chest.
    Knox gestured to the kurta. “I don’t think that I’veever felt more emasculated in my life. If I’d known that wearing a damned dress with no drawers on underneath would be a mandatory part of this workshop, I simply would have said to hell with the story and found something else to write about.”
    Well, Savannah thought, as every drop of moisture evaporated from her mouth, he might feel emasculated, but he definitely didn’t look emasculated.
    In fact, if he looked any less emasculated, he’d be X-rated. She could clearly see through the fabric, and the impressive bulge beneath indicated that Knox Webber was, without question, the most unemasculated man she’d ever seen—and he wasn’t even hard. Fascinated, she swallowed. That was just…him. Just…there. All him.
    Sweet heaven.
    Every cell in her body was hammeringly aware that less than five feet from where she sat stood the most incredibly sexy, most generously endowed man she’d ever seen in her life. She instantly imagined him out of the kurta and sprawled on the bed next to her. Her blood thickened and desire sparked other fantasies, so she took her