FIORELLA’S POV
Rhys stood by the door, wearing a fitted black T-shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders and muscular chest, paired with blue jeans.
Every muscle in my body went stiff with fear and anticipation.
So this was it.
His eyes swept over me without the slightest attempt to hide their appreciation.
The urge to cover myself hit so hard.
I wanted to snatch the nearest blanket, throw it over my body, and poke his eyes with something sharp while I was at it.
He crossed the room until he stood in front of me. “Has anyone ever told you yellow is your colour?”
I held his gaze and tried not to look intimidated. “I have no interest in taking fashion advice from you.”
Rhys didn’t look offended.
I searched for another smart remark to hide my nerves, but before I could find
