"What is going on here?" Shantel asked as her gaze did a quick sweep over the three people in the lobby.
As soon as Shantel's voice sounded and her office door clicked softly behind her, all eyes turned in her direction.
But Richard's response was immediate and startling.
The same man who'd spent the past several minutes radiating pure indifference like an ice sculpture came suddenly and completely to life.
His posture straightened, his eyes lit up with warmth, and in a few smooth strides, he crossed the space toward Shantel like a man drawn by gravity itself.
"Are you done, sweetheart? I'm famished," he murmured in a voice as low as a caress as he reached for her, snaking a possessive arm around her waist and tugging her flush to his side.
The way he said famished sent heat curling up her neck. anyone could easily interpret that it wasn't just hunger for food that he was talking about as the slow-burning flames in his eyes now gazing into hers, made that absolutely clear.
