He said that I was beautiful, a fact which I could not deny, and had been the bane of my existence. It had given me plenty of unpleasant memories from many forthcoming men and jealous women.
In fact, being pretty is not necessarily a good thing.
"What… What are you going to do?"
I gasped and my heart skipped a beat when he glided his fingers over my face. I knew I was being duplicitous, but I could not admit to it. When I looked at the Adam’s apple sliding up and down his throat, I could feel his manly basic instinct.
"I can’t stay long, as it’s not a good time for me either. I’m just here for a chat,” he said, releasing me and then turning to look at the laptop on the table. He paused for a few seconds before asking, “You’ve encountered a problem, haven’t you?”
With that, he walked o
