“Did you deliberately hide these curves beneath that ugly piece of cloth you were wearing? I’m impressed, mate.”
I kept my lips pursed shut but he kept his expectant stare in place, waiting for an answer. His grin didn’t falter either and it didn’t fail to make me feel like he was mocking me.
I frowned. I desperately wanted to glue my gaze to the floor but with him holding my chin in place, if I downcast my gaze, I’d be staring at his bare chest. I absolutely didn’t want that! I think this is the first I’ve been confused whether to stare at a man’s face or wherever.
When silence reigned and no more words were shared between us, his fingers tightened on my chin, shifting my face from side to side as he drunk in every bit of my appearance. I grimaced, resisting the urge to smack his han
