Damien caught sight of Cassandra’s flushed cheeks and couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at his lips.
Usually, this girl always looked so aloof and composed, like she had a “don’t come near me” sign hanging around her neck — mature, calm, hard to get. Yet now, just by teasing her a little, she was blushing like mad. That soft, girly reaction totally fed his ego.
Feeling she couldn’t dodge the situation any longer, Cassandra bit her lip and reluctantly picked up her fork to try the dessert he ordered.
But she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was watching her. Really watching her. Like some predator locked onto prey.
She peeked up through her lashes, and boom — their eyes met. Busted.
Flustered, her hand trembled slightly, and she accidentally smeared cream on the corne
