Evelyn’s POV
"How can I? You're standing so close, there's hardly any space to move,"
"You look ravishing without those load of make-up on your face," his hand had returned to my hair, twisting a strand of it around his finger.
"You should wear less of the make-up while you are here," he leaned in to whisper.
I couldn't handle the closeness, couldn't look him back in the eyes, so I closed my eyes, hoping fervently that he would take my lips.
"I would be kind enough not to look in that direction as you get dressed. But that would be just for today princess. You're now my personal stripper, get used to my presence," he was back at the sofa when I opened my eyes.
How long was I standing there with my eyes closed, expecting a kiss? Damn, I must have looked very silly. True to his wor
