5
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” He took a drink of his scotch. His eyes stared straight through her.
“Just admiring your taste in scotch.”
Bryna distracted herself from that stare by taking a sip of her drink. Single malt, undeniably smooth, and utterly delicious. She did not need this to feel more confident. She was not nervous. In fact, she wanted this.
She was Bryna Turner. Nothing could break her stride.
His lips quirked up. “You know one of the first things I noticed about you?”
“My t**s?” she joked, deflecting.
His eyes flicked down to her exposed cleavage and then back up. “After I saw how beautiful you were.”
“What?” She was intrigued.
“How truly empty you looked.”
In shock, Bryna faltered backward a step. She didn’t care that his words exactly mi
