Victor’s POV.
Why did I want to kiss her so badly?
My body throbbed with need as my mouth moved closer to her upturned lips. Daisy’s perfect body was pressed against mine, and the urge to ravish her was stronger than I’d felt with any other woman.
Yet, I didn’t dare touch her in that way. It would be a mistake that could cost me my bachelorhood or the leadership role I craved.
How could this shy, innocent, and unsophisticated girl have such a powerful effect on me simply by holding her in my arms?
Daisy wasn’t anywhere close to my type. My ideal woman is beautiful, high-maintenance, and ambitious.
Daisy wasn’t high maintenance, and her ambitions were the opposite of mine.
However, I knew Daisy could easily be considered beautiful on the surface if she tried to improve her looks.
