^Chatlotte
“You certainly are inquisitive,” he commented, ignoring my direct question, his eyes darkening as they traced my smile. I gave him a flat look that clearly stated I wasn’t amused. “Any interview I conduct, I do so in this room. You never know when you’ll need the extra privacy,” he finally conceded, a hint of something unreadable in his gaze.
“Why, King Arthur... planning on asking me questions that require privacy?” I lowered my voice conspiratorially, looking at him through my lashes, then bit my lip innocently, letting my gaze drop to his mouth again. My wolf practically purred at the flicker of raw desire in his eyes, the subtle shift in his posture.
His eyes immediately swirled into molten gold, and he leaned forward, his voice a dangerous rasp, thick with unsaid things.
