~~~Emily
I shivered—part nerves, part something else.
Not that I wanted him. God, no.
But my traitorous brain flashed images of his hands, his jawline, those eyes like a storm waiting to break loose. He was infuriating. Arrogant. Cold. But he was also beautiful, in a dangerous kind of way.
Like a wolf just barely holding back its bite.
And those hands… he looked like he knew what to do with them. Like he knew how to touch, how to make a woman forget her name if he wanted.
I squeezed my knees together and shut my eyes.
No. Stop it. You’re not seriously lusting after that beast.
But the thought clung to me, sticky and shameful.
The makeup artist paused, giving me a curious side glance through the mirror. I realized I’d just sharply turned my head and nearly smudged her work.
“Sorry
