Mack threw open the door of his bedroom and sauntered in as if he was walking into a studio for a magazine photoshoot. I hated how good he looked in a dark green dress shirt which brought out the amber in his eyes and gray slacks.
“What are you looking at?” He asked me as he loosened his tie.
“Green isn’t your favorite color so why are you wearing it?” I asked, closing the book that contained everything about him, or so Vivette said.
He arched an eyebrow as he strode over to where I sat in the armchair. He leaned forward, resting his hands on either side of me, caging me in his proximity once again.
“I see you’ve been doing what I asked you to.” Before I could come up with a smart retort he eliminated the remaining distance between us and pressed his lips to my forehead. I froze at
