"I'll just stay right here," I snapped, folding my hands just underneath my breasts and cocking my head at him. He should know I'm going nowhere. He blinked suddenly, looking behind him in fear. The devil is behind me, isn't he?
The room temperature increased to a hot tempo. I could feel a burning gaze behind me. My heart skipped a beat knowing I'd be facing a man I had wild sex with a few weeks ago. I slowly turned to face him, and lo and behold, the devil was smiling wickedly, looking at me from my legs up to my face. Damn! Who turned the air conditioner off?
He walked stealthily, counting each footstep. He pocketed his hands as he slowly licked his lips. FUCK! His tailored suit hugged his body like a second skin, his hair styled in a classic way. This man is fucking beautiful. He could make any girl melt. Speaking of which, I'm here for Nadia, not to drool over some fucking BASTARD!
