Chapter 20
He put his empty glass of water on the table beside the envelope, which held the contract she had signed. “Now, let’s move to the other matter at hand.”
She didn’t know how he had scooted so close to her without her noticing. His oak-chocolate scent was all around her, clouding her senses. “Other?”
“Us having a personal relationship.” His sea-green eyes were liquid pools of desire.
Laetitia’s heart tripped end over end. She was not certain if she should fear Tavish or not. His unpracticed, roguish smiles were endearing; the power that lay beneath his veneer of civility was scary. But it was the possessive and protective way he stared at her and the look in his eyes as if he somewhat understood her secrets that frightened the most.
She was terrified she would disappoint him.
