“Have we met before?”
I ask her the same question again, and finally, Penelope snaps out of her wide-eyed gaze.
This is going to be interesting.
Penelope smiles, “I get that a lot, but I’m afraid not, Mr. Cartwright. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She offers a handshake, which I quickly accept and garnish with a gentle kiss on her soft hands.
Her smile is beautiful in and of itself, but what’s more remarkable about her is how she’s wearing such a bland suit but manages to draw my eyes towards the curves that her clothes fail to hide. Not to mention how she carelessly wear her blonde hair in a ponytail but manages to stun me just by flashing me her green eyes and gleaming smile.
“Well, that’s my cue,” Madelyn commen
