Chapter 2
“You know, Anna,” a voice came out of my bedroom door, smooth and filled with amusement, “if you don’t let me experiment with this thing, I’ll tell Dad about your little toy.”
I froze. My fingers stilled over the control panel, my pulse spiking as I turned my head slowly toward the doorway.
Ken leaned against the frame, one shoulder propped lazily, his dark eyes glinting with something far more dangerous than curiosity. His lips curled into a smirk, the kind that promised trouble…the kind that made my stomach twist into knots.
He was still dressed in his usual casual clothes, a fitted black t-shirt clinging to the lean muscles of his chest, his jeans riding low on his hips. But there was nothing casual about the way he looked at me now.
His gaze raked over my body, linger
