Adonis
She picked the filled glasses and turned back to face me, walking forward and to me with one of the glasses outstretched.
I kept staring at her in silence, ignoring the wine.
She blinked. “You don’t want a drink?”
I arched an eyebrow at her. “We’re not here because of what I want, Brooke,” I took a step closer and she tentatively stepped back. “We’re here because of what you want. And when you’re trying to seduce someone, don’t back away.”
Her face paled as she realized she had stepped away from me.
“Can you tell me what you want? Right now?” I asked, my voice low, my gaze boring down into hers.
She was barely breathing. Her eyes lowered from mine, black lashes skimming her high cheekbones as she nervously licked her bottom lip. “I…” The wine glasses shook in her tight grip.
