Mathias
“What are you doing here?” Tabitha’s tone carried a sharp bite as her brows arched while Madam Karen exited the room. But her words drummed on deaf ears. I was biding my time assessing her butter-yellow fit-and-flare dress. From the highlights of her cleavage, the flair, her ashen hair, to her strappy stiletto heels. I don’t have a favorite color; perhaps yellow is not such a bad choice.
“Mathais,” she shot me a glare—a warning to keep my eyes on hers before I start entertaining wild thoughts. Unfortunately, it was too late, and she saw it too. I took a step, and her heart pounded against her chest like it wanted to escape. Her glare faltered, but she didn’t retreat backward—a major improvement compared to our previous times together. And somehow, that very tiny action of hers s
