Ice cold, like frosting, he wears even eyes as he glanced around. Our eyes never met. He is clearly avoiding my gaze.
I heard some of the girls at the back giggle. One of them adjusts her ravenhair and peach blouse. She gives her friends a look in search of approval. They nodded and she snapped her attention back to Aaron.
Her neckline has been adjusted to show more of her cleavage. She's full, I must say. That's a glaring truth that slaps me in the face. “ He's not safe here,” I convinced myself, feeling the pressing need to scoot across the floor and sit in the front of this jezebel.
“ Oh, by the way,” the registrar paused, and his eyes settled on the girl, “I should warn you all. He's married. And his wife? A resentful, begrudging tigress who will haunt you for the rest of her life i
