“Kane!” Ariel was seething as she banged his door open. If she wasn’t so angry, she would have agreed that the light blue shirt hugged his muscles so well, giving definition to the well-toned chest, and that in her next life, she was going to be a shirt.
Focus Ariel, you are supposed to be angry with him.
Kane slowly tore his gaze from his work, and he raised his head to look at her, a little smile on his face. "Well, hello, darling. You look rather stunning today; how may I help you?”
“What. Did. You. Do?” She inched forward with each word, only one thing in mind.
“I don’t understand you, love; I think you need to give me a little context.” He was enjoying this way too much.
“Don’t call me love.” Ariel spat out with gritted teeth, her fist tightening beside her.
The son of a gun!
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