“Don’t worry, I haven’t even started…” Harvey said with a cold smile.
His hand slid from my cheek lower to my collarbones and I sucked in a breath and held it. Slowly, his hand traveled down my chest as his cold blue eyes held mine. What is wrong with this guy?
“Do you know what we do with women who poke their noses where it doesn’t belong?” he asked as if I would have any clue about what he was talking about.
I bit my lower lip and refused to reply. Not knowing what he wanted to hear and not having any idea of what he had in mind, I decided to hold my tongue and keep my peace.
“So, you don’t know. Would you like to find out?” he suggested as his eyes brightened in excitement.
I thought Hayden was twisted to a certain degree, but this man is on a league of his own. Does this run in the family or in their genes?
