Eros’ POV
She looks me straight in the eyes, taking her time to process my order. I notice how her pupils dilate, how her golden eyes blaze with fire, but the damned woman still dares to flash me a radiant smile while continuing to murder me with her eyes, which at this moment seem like two sharp daggers.
She wants to kill me, it's obvious she wants to tell me to go to hell right now, but she controls herself. She's proud, which also makes her volatile, because the day she can't control that pride, she'll explode.
She turns around to do what I've ordered, and as she does, her damn skirt flutters with the movement. Damn, does she plan to come here every day in one of those? It would be convenient for me if she did; it would make things easier for me. But the damned woman isn't here for m
