CALEB’S POV
The look on Andrea Carter’s face was priceless.
I wondered how many times she’d given fake names to admirers—and how many of them she’d later met in a different situation where her lie was exposed.
“Cat got your tongue, Cynthia?” I said, smiling teasingly.
To her credit, she instantly recovered from her shock and relaxed her face into a blank expression.
She tilted her head to the side, making her dark brown curls fall over her shoulder in a mesmerizing waterfall. She was hands down gorgeous, even more so than when I first saw her in that press conference.
I let my gaze wander from her face to her body, appreciating the way her dress hugged her curves.
Perfect, I thought to myself. Andrea Carter was perfect and would look even more perfect on my arm.
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