When Arabella Vanderbilt asked this, Joel Russo stretched out his hand, resting it on the door frame by her head.
Arabella's back involuntarily pressed even closer against the door behind her, but still found herself enveloped in the man's oppressive embrace.
She looked up at him. His eyes were like dots of ink, he opened his mouth over her lips, parting his teeth and gently nipping at her lips.
"Heartless woman!"
"Hey—"
Her eyes were full of accusation.
He drew closer, his voice low and hazy. As his thin lips moved, his cool lips touched hers. With each word he uttered, it was like a gentle, shallow kiss, "Not seeing you for a day, I feel as if I'm falling sick with longing. Now that you're moving out, if not heartless, what is it?"
"Boom—"
Arabella's face instantly flushed red!
Her entire heart nearly exploded in her chest.
Her mind went blank for an instant.
She had braced herself for his sweet nothings, but she hadn't expected them to be so potent!
