R A Y V I N
Okay, I might have slept with this mysterious hot man but, my feelings were dangerously going overboard. When we walked hand in hand to the car, lyrics from Stand by Your side by Celine Dion sprang into my thoughts: I’m in trouble deep. He was just so. . . so unimaginably beautiful. His tailored dark gray suit intensified his height, the wide set of his shoulders, the narrowness of his hips. His understated tie had a thread of amber through it, highlighting his eyes. My fingers itched to touch his clean-shaven jaw and chin. He stared at me as if he’d forgotten how to blink. I guessed he liked the outfit I had slipped into.
James looked handsome every second. He cleaned up so well, and I wanted to be within his grasp every second. He was excruciatingly hot. And not only the ph
