He sensed her stare and looked over his shoulder at her. She could imagine what she looked like standing there; stealing peeks at his ass while he wasn't looking. If she could use her limbs, she would've checked her chin for drool. He smirked and turned back to his unpacking, and she swallowed hard before looking hurriedly away again with her face on fire.
He seemed awfully comfortable in his own skin, and she wished she had some of his confidence. Not that she ever had any. Even before the divorce, she'd been a reticent being. Choosing to stay in the background of life. Maybe that's why she'd been such a doormat for that asshole and his viper.
She couldn't imagine anyone doing that to the seemingly all-powerful man in her kitchen. Even though she didn't know him that well, he had this
