"Hmm, just a little problem... I need to take a closer look..." He leaned lower, almost touching the back of her head, deliberately reaching over her shoulder to pick up the pen on the table.
Christine Quinn wanted to avoid this intimate gesture, but his other hand was propped on the table beside her, almost surrounding her completely. She didn't even know when she fell into this dilemma.
Skyler Jones bent down slightly, inhaling the fragrance of her hair.
It was a subtle scent unique to her body, like a blend of fresh lilies and orchids, indescribably elegant, which he really liked.
"What brand of perfume do you use?" Skyler Jones's lazy voice stirred Christine Quinn's heartstrings.
"I... I don't have the habit of using perfume." Christine Quinn clutched the table tightly, her palms sweating from nervousness. Her heart raced uncontrollably, his deep, alluring voice was right by her ear, and that dangerous yet alluring male aura was overwhelming her.
