Anastasia smiled over his words, knowing it was true, though she had to convince him she liked him as Anastasia. "My heart does, Mr. Morris. And I don't mind if people call me stupid for liking a bad guy."
"I'm not a green flag young man whom every woman fantasizes about being with. I'm a whole red flag. My world is cold and dangerous, Miss Beverley." Zane said in his usual deep and sultry voice.
With the tip of her index finger, Anastasia caressed his soft lips playfully, saying. "Then let me make your world colorful and safe."
Anastasia could sense Zane was having a wave of heat sensation scorching that coursed through his body, though he was holding back.
Zane didn't like the sensation he was having because of this strange woman's touch which was putting his soul ablaze from a long-buried desire that threatened to consume him.
