“I hate ‘sir.’ Just call me Grégoire,” the irresistible man whispered.
Panic rose in Dallie’s chest, as she was still held by him. But there was something about the way his hardness was pressed against her belly that she could not fathom. Was it excitement? She must be mad for liking it, instead of feeling harassed. Was it something about his knockout appearance? His hard body against hers? His seductive perfume perhaps? She had no idea. There was something about him that her inner self gravitated toward him, for some reason.
He bent his head closer to hers, and before she could move or dodge her head, his lips softly settled on hers. At first, it was kind of strange to feel someone else’s mouth locked with hers. His lips were soft and warm and a little tasty. It was weird. She always im
