PEARL’S POV
Charles licks his lips, saving the flavor of mine. He traces his long fingers and guides them up and down my neck, then grazes his fingers across my lips. By the carnivore expression on his face, he appears ready to claim me as his mate until one of the men taps on the door, reminding us that we need to be heading downstairs. “Charles, your brother just sent one of the maids up to deliver a message.”
Charles pecks me on the lips and for the first time gives me a look of concern, instead of the cold man he acted like moments ago. “Get your shoes on and stay close to me. I don’t want you by yourself even for a second.”
Not even a second? He has got to be kidding. Maybe he isn’t literal?
“Don’t you think that you are being a bit too protective of me? I mean, what if I need to
