CHAPTER ELEVEN † PERSUASIONLUKA LOUNGED BY the desk in a simple long-sleeved button down and jeans. His soft curls tumbled around his face. They seemed shorter now than the last
time I’d seen him in person. His sexy half-smile drew my gaze to his prominent cheekbones and the sharp angle of his jaw. Mischief flickered in his cobalt eyes before he hid it behind a
hooded stare. The bolt on his eyebrow twitched at my words. It hurt to look at him.
“I’m game if you are.” He gestured toward the bed where a black trench coat rested. The simple silver rings he wore transfixed me. It was as if he put them on to emphasize the
length of his fingers. The same fingers my skin ached for a touch.
Too busy drinking him in, his words didn’t compute at first. I blinked slowly, making sure he really was
