"Sheila, are you okay?"
The wine must be going to his head because there was no other explanation for the way she was looking at him. Sheila Marie's eyes drop to his mouth, and warmth spreads through him. If he didn't know better, he might think that. . . No. That doesn't make sense. This was Sheila Marie, his obligation, his responsibility. And thinking about her hormonal aroma was beyond his duty nor it helps him think about her well-being. She was here for protection and that is what he was giving, protection and safety. He wished.
But watching her so aroused and biting her lips earns him to think otherwise.
Sheila Marie bites her bottom lip. Her skin reddens hot when he was this close, and she swore he was looking at her lips. What the hell is wrong with him? All she asked his mans
