Nicolette gasped.
Alaric was too close to her.
Her mouth was just inches away from his.
He could smell the lavender on her skin, the heat radiating from within her.
It had taken more than common sense for him to make that request. Her reaction, her blush, the way she spoke, the way she looked at him—made everything so much harder.
But he held back, refusing to be carried away by her charm…
"Mr. Allens…" she purred, and he looked down at her.
Her eyes widened with desire, and he knew, in that moment, that if he wanted to kiss her, she would let him.
But that would be going down the rabbit hole, wouldn't it?
The last thing he wanted was commitment. He knew that Nicolette didn't want that either.
But why was she this tempting?
So willing?
It was that willingness that confused him.
"The jacket, please," he said through gritted teeth. He needed to show anger, that was the only way he was getting out of this.
