He smirked, leaning against the silver-toned couch. It faced the TV that we had been watching earlier. I disagreed with Andre's words. I couldn't if I tried. My heart wouldn't follow what he preached, and I refused to entertain his strange stance.
“I don't feel the same way."
He wandered over to his glass desk, placing his palms on it briefly. I noted the outline of his ten fingers. Obviously, he was sweating, but he didn't appear troubled at all. Was it hot in here?
“No?" he asked.
He glanced at his computer and then brought his eyes back to me. They were glittering in the monitor's light, the hazel green appearing teal briefly. He was bronzed and handsome but maniacal and dangerous.
I didn't want to get too close to him, and I didn't like the way this office smelled. There was a dis
