Zayden smirked, then shook his head. "Are you two people? You were clearly shy when I entered here, and all of a sudden, you're swaying those hips at me." His voice dropped to a low murmur, igniting a heat that was not from the steam rising on her neck and flushing her cheeks.
Angela gulped, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. "Isn't that what you wanted? I can be daring sometimes." She shrugged, though her heart hammered within her chest.
Zayden bent his head so low that their lips were but a hair's breadth apart as he whispered, "Oh darling, I love daring." His gaze fell to her lips, and she watched him bite his own seductively before he stood up fully and sauntered toward the door, leaving Angela standing frozen—hot and bothered.
This man!
