Daniel Marshall's firm body had not a trace of excess fat.
Broad and sturdy shoulders, stacked chest muscles, and under that, six-pack abs...
Undeniably, his body proportions were perfect.
He was also incredibly good-looking—
Deep contours, a tough jawline, a prominent nose, like a perfectly sculpted statue.
But his expression was serious, his handsome face somewhat gloomy, his sharp eagle-like eyes were staring at Olivia Jenkins.
There was also a somewhat cold and forbidding presence about him.
Olivia Jenkins widened her eyes in surprise, freezing for a while.
Daniel Marshall cornered her, suddenly pinning her against the cabinet.
"Mrs. Marshall, you seem fascinated. Tell me why?" Daniel Marshall whispered against Olivia Jenkins's lips in a voice full of attraction.
His deep, ink-colored eyes watched her intently.
Instinctively, Olivia Jenkins placed her hands on Daniel Marshall's chest.
