Ara closed her eyes. She felt Emyr's lips on her forehead. Her palms could feel his heart beating like a tattoo.
Ara had read somewhere that a man's kiss on the forehead meant respect and romantic. He saw a woman that was more than just a s****l object.
Or Emyr did not see her as one...
That his attraction to her was a mere show. That he believed it would make her work hard...
Ara pushed him away reluctantly.
"Your music is beautiful, Mr. Viceroy. I like it," she uttered breathlessly.
He turned away from her. She felt cold and alone.
Emyr Viceroy was like the sun, warm and welcoming. She shivered when she imagined leaving this place forever. The thought of the beach house seemed icy and bleak.
Emyr switched on the stereo. A sweet instrumental music strummed softly.
"Let's dance,
