Amara’s POV
“I’m mesmerized….” he smiled at me.
As I stared at him in the dim light, I slowly blinked my round eyes and murmured, "Mesmerized by what?"
He smirked evilly, “You, Amara.”
He bit his lower lip and continued, "I'm mesmerized by how you can ask me a question like this without fear. So courageous, yet so vulnerable. You make me want you more."
Gosh! I felt like I had butterflies in my stomach and my cheeks felt so hot while trying to calm myself in front of him. I stood up then he looked at me from head to toe and asked, "Where are you going?"
"I need to use the washroom."
As I looked for the women's room, the waitress bumped into me in the hallway. We stare at each other for a bit. She said, "Oh, it's you!"
"Where's the ladies' bathroom?" I asked her nicely; then she
