Richelle Dunn was caught off guard by his straightforward question, causing her brain to freeze.
She blushed and made eye contact with him before quickly turning her head away, trying to change the subject.
"Where's Timmy? Still in bed? I'm going to wake him up..."
Richelle tried to leave, but Roy Lewis grabbed her arm and gestured towards the kitchen with his chin.
"He's up, learning to make a cake with the pastry chef in the kitchen!"
Richelle just wanted to get away as quickly as possible, "Well, I'll go to the kitchen and check..."
Roy, however, showed no sign of letting her go, his meaningful gaze lingering on her flushed face.
He didn't know about other women, but every time he looked at her up close, he couldn't help but marvel at her beautiful skin.
Her fair, rosy complexion was as delicate as a freshly peeled eggshell, not much different from that of four-year-old Tifanny.
Would such fragile skin feel as soft and moist as her lips when touched?
