2. Hostage Of The Mysterious Hunk
Ciara found her trembling legs stepping backward as her neck muscles ached from looking up at his well-sculpted face, like a freshly carved Greek god that fell from heaven.
Holy cow! Now she knew why he always shadowed his face in hoodies: because GQ magazine might just kidnap him just for a feature on their cover.
However, his expression was icy and unsmiling, and for a second she wished he'd just snap her neck out of anger rather than the perilous calmness and composure he exuded.
"Um, I'm Cee, your next-door neighbor." She introduced herself, flashing a bigger grin than necessary.
But the hardness in his gaze only switched to a poker expression that made her skin crawl in dread.
Due to the extreme focus she had on his face, she didn'
