Anastasia jumped at the sudden knock on the door. Her eyes remained cold as she stared at the keys resting on the lampstand.
Drawing in a deep breath with suspicions in her eyes, she turned away from the lampstand and stared at the door.
Just as she had expected, Jamie walked in through the door. This time, he was no longer in his black shirt, but in a white one, revealing the ink that spread around his back.
The white shirt hugged his physique, accentuating his broad shoulders and chiseled chest. The ink on his back was a mesmerizing display of art and muscle.
Anastasia's breath caught in her throat as Jamie approached her, his eyes locked on hers with a hint of a smile. He set the tray down before her, his movements gentle and refreshing to watch
Jamie straightened, his eyes never leaving Anastasia's face, he said, "I'm sorry this took so long." his voice low and husky, sending shivers down her spine.
