Samantha
It’s happening again. I open the door, and time stops. It completely stops, leaving me at the mercy of my body, which seems content to do nothing but admire the man standing before it.
I thought I was prepared this time. That I would be able to see him without falling victim to the sheer magnetism of his presence, given the external perfection, hides some internal flaws. But the piercing blue eyes staring into mine make it all too easy to forget that.
“Samantha,” he drawls with an amused smile.
I’ve been caught ogling again, dammit. It’s on the tip of my tongue to recover with a clipped “hello,” but then I remember my promise to Delaney. I’m supposed to be friendly. Welcoming. To smile with meaning instead of obligation. I take a fortifying breath and do my best to pretend I’m
