But instead, his eyes flickered up and down the blonde beauty. I took her in as I stood alongside him, seeing her with his eyes. The eyes of a man with desire pumping through his veins.
The perfect legs, smoothly shaved with no nicks. The perfect dress, hanging off of her hipbones. The perfect hair, not a flyaway in sight. She was beautiful, so perfect that it made me shrink back, ashamed to be a woman standing near her. The comparison would have been awful.
Then Knox reached out and unclasped her collar. He tossed it onto the floor.
“Master?” She looked confused. I noticed a crease at the corners of her perfectly mascaraed eyes.
“Get her out of here.”
“Mr. Blackwell?” The tuxedoed man looked just as confused as I felt. “Tell Lucas thank you, but her services won’t be needed
