Liam's POV
Clad in that white bathrobe with a flushed skin, she dazzled my eyes, and for a moment, I forgot everything else, the reason I was there.
As I closed in on her, my focus narrowed to the fear etched across her face. Was she scared of me? I thought, forgetting I was in disguise until she asked, "Who are you?"
That was when I realized she couldn't recognize me. A smile tugged on my lips, my mischievous self tempting me to play with her a little, to see how she'd save herself if I were an enemy.
I saw her step back and I followed. Her gaze darted around the living room and then stopped on a vase. It was far from her, but she stylishly changed her steps and began moving toward it.
Once I found out what she intended to do, I almost chuckled. If I could notice, an enemy would too. I had easily bribed a worker to let me in, if someone was after her life, this place couldn't offer her protection.
