Surprised I had crushes. I was a high school, girl. Of coruse, I did. I had tons of them." Eisley asked.
He tugged at his tie, studying her with a look that could freeze fire, sent a shiver down her spine. His voice, a low growl, carried a weight of authority that was impossible to ignore. "Take it out," he ordered in a low pitched growl of intimidation.
Eisley felt a blush creeping up her cheeks, a warm pink spreading across her skin as her heart pounded like a caged bird desperate for escape.
She tried to play it cool, chuckling lightly as she feigned ignorance. "Take what out?" she asked, her voice laced with a playful innocence.
But Irwin's gaze was unwavering, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity.
Reluctantly, she reached into her purse and pulled out the card, her eyes never leaving his as she tore it into pieces. The paper fluttered to the table like fallen leaves, and she handed them to the woman beside them.
