"Who is he?"
Delilah felt his hot breath in her right ear. She closed her eyes when she smelled his cologne. It was like addictive to her.
His other hand rested on the other side beside her head. Now he caged her with both of his hands.
She slowly turned to him but gasped.
His naked chest was in front of her face.
He was very tall. She did not dare to look up at him.
"Who is he?" His in-depth voice clutched her heart.
"W-Who?"
"The man you ate lunch with. You spent too much time with him, didn't you?"
Delilah looked at him. His beautiful yet dangerous eyes were looking into her eyes.
"He is my friend."
"Friend?" He asked with a frown.
'How does he know about Ron? We indeed had our lunches together. But how does he know? Or he guessed at the table at dinner time? No, I can't
