Austin Barron’s Adam’s apple moved slightly as a hint of desire appeared in his eyes. His reddish-brown gaze locked onto her like a hawk watching its prey.
With sharply chiseled, mature features, his intense expression added a formidable presence.
“I didn’t expect that Mr. Winters would have such a stunning daughter,” Austin remarked, thinking of how his father had recently been arranging marriage prospects for him, and how Robert Winters was eager to offer his daughter.
But he hadn’t expected her to be such a rare beauty.
Austin gestured toward the wine on the table, raising a brow slightly—a clear invitation for her to pour him a drink.
This was a straightforward test of her willingness to obey.
“Think of your grandmother,” Robert whispered in warning.
“You know what you need to d
