Diora
I could feel his burning gaze on me across the room. I didn't have to look in his direction. It was unwavering, and heated, searing through the ivory silk material that was draped around my curves elegantly.
The dryness of my throat made me reach for a third glass of champagne from the tray in the hands of the waitress who strutted past me. Or is it the fourth glass? I lost count when I grew desperate not to dwell on the fact that Gray was standing across from me in the luxurious living room of his father's house, staring at me like he wanted to devour me right on the spot.
While I was on the first glass, I managed to catch his eyes and the terseness of his muscles, along with the mix of lust and frustration in his eyes were enough to show me that he was having a hard time keepi
