Kevin's eyes bored into hers, his breath lingering on her lips, sending shivers down her spine. Myra's breath caught in her throat as she stared down at his lips, then back up his eyes.
He was staring intensely at her with some kind of strange emotion, as she stared back her heart melted.
"Myra-" He whispered huskily, his hands snaking further around her waist.
She suddenly snapped out of her daze and pulled away. "I'm sorry sir." She stuttered, heat crawling up her face.
Myra got up and moved back suddenly. "I'll go get Wendy if that's what you want." She said and hurried out.
What the fuck was wrong with her?
She got down the stairs and stopped in front of Wendy. "Mr. Smith is a bit- unwell, so he asked you to come up to his room."
"What?" Even Wendy was shocked.
"You heard me right, so better hurry. You don't want to keep him-"
"There'll be no need for that." Kevin's thick voice cut her off from across the stairs.
