This man—Cassel—was utterly unbelievable.
Unbelievable not because of his strength, nor his position, nor even the way people unconsciously bent to his will the moment he stepped into a room—but because he had an infuriating talent for seeing straight through me.
I couldn't help but blush.
Heat surged up my neck, flooded my cheeks, and settled there stubbornly, as though my body itself had betrayed me.
I knew perfectly well why I was reacting in this way.
I knew exactly what thoughts had led me here—what ridiculous, improper assumptions had slipped into my mind when I lost my footing and ended up pressed so close to him.
Because I had been thinking about those things.
Because I had imagined— Because I had assumed that what was beneath me was—
"What?" Cassel's voice cut cleanly through my spiraling thoughts, low and amused, vibrating against my ears far more clearly than it should have. "Are you disappointed that what you imagined wasn't true?"
My breath hitched.
