❦ Rosalind ❦
I tensed as he lowered his face to mine, so close I could count the freckles on his nose. They were adorable, and I wondered how I’d missed them before.
“Marry me. Or else, he dies,” he whispered so softly, you’d think he hadn’t just made a threat.
My body reacted separately from my brain, and while my hand rose to slap him, my thighs clenched and I shattered silently, soaking wet from nothing but his nearness.
He caught my hand easily, his eyes hardening the slightest before they softened again. I was suddenly thankful the slap hadn’t connected.
“Don’t worry, it’s not just because I want your little hotel,” he said, amused.
“Must not be so little if you’re slobbering over it like a dog on a bone,” I murmured, uneasy.
I watched, mesmerized, as his Adam’s apple bobbed w
