"Why are you looking at me like that? What do you want me to do to you?" Mikel asked, his voice dripping with wickedness.
Sylvia gulped, not daring to speak out loud the thoughts and images running in her mind.
Mikel chuckled, teasing her with his eyes. "Stop overthinking, else your pretty little face is soon going to be overrun by ugly frown lines."
How shameless! Sylvia glared at the hateful man and bit her lips in frustration.
If you don't want to give me frown lines, then stop torturing me like this, damn it!
She fumed inwardly, the anger clearly reflected in her cold blue eyes that could move anyone's heart.
Mikel grinned, drinking in and savoring her every precious reaction.
He indeed had his eyes on her for a completely different reason, but the woman in his arms was a firecracker, so lively and volatile.
He just couldn't stop himself from toying with her and teasing her.
