Although she was asking for something, there wasn't a hint of coquetry on her face. Instead, her eyes were filled with teasing, as if she were deliberately provoking him.
One of them was sitting, the other standing; neither seemed to be at a disadvantage.
There was something oddly suggestive about their positions, but the atmosphere between them was chilly rather than intimate.
Blake's hand on the desk moved slightly, revealing his incredibly thin fingers without a trace of excess flesh.
"Oh, what does the young lady want as a reward? Do tell."
After saying that, he leaned back in his black office chair.
His casual, scholarly demeanor exuded immense appeal.
Especially since he was wearing a white gown, like a uniform inducer, unconsciously tempting one to "commit a crime."
Caroline's eyes couldn't help but greedily linger on his flawless hands.
Her gaze was scorching, like a burning flame.
Her tone was calm, "Nothing much, just want to touch them for a bit."
