Tessa
“No,” I say quickly, taking a step back. “I’m not.”
Goddess! Why would he even think that? I only took the tea for security purposes.
He begins stepping forward, his eyes clocking with mine. “Are you sure?”
I swallow while nodding but my gaze betrays me. It drops to his opened shirt, lingering on his chest. Somehow, I begin staring at his alluring lips and the way he kissed me suddenly replays on my head.
Oh no! Why do I suddenly feel this way? Like I urge to be kissed recklessly. I have to pull myself together. This is strange.
“Yes, I'm sure.” I force out the words.
“Then turn..” he blurts out.
I blink. “What?”
“Turn,” he repeats, voice firmer now. “So I can get the dress off you, Miss Moonbane.”
Miss Moonbane? That's strange. Why does he still call me that? I mean we are
