Avery POV:
It was only then that the President looked up at me. When Blake’s glacier blue eyes met my own, I felt like my soul was being interrogated. A curiosity seemed to envelop him, and that mischievous smile I had seen so often when I was younger, that curved his upper lip to the right, formed. The reaction I felt during that encounter was unlike anything I had felt before. The sight of that grin made him look playful, and if I could say it, devilishly sexy. An unfamiliar pinch hit the base of my stomach. It was not the same as looking at the gorgeous figure of someone like Brian, who was undeniably attractive. No, this look was marked with power, discipline, and seriousness as much as it was a look of freedom. A look only a free biker of a motorcycle club could have. I have no idea
