Elena's eyes narrowed as they bored into those blue, captivating eyes of Kaleb's.
"Neither of the options," She said icily and added with a vicious snarl. "I have better taste."
The real estate agent's eyes widened, flicking nervously between them like a man caught in a live grenade toss.
Kaleb's lips curved slowly into that insufferably smug smirk, unruffled by her words. "Careful Miss Baker," he said softly, stepping closer to her until they were just a breath apart. "If you make too much of a deal about this, I might just marry you on the spot to prove a point that your taste in men sucks."
Elena's jaw dropped, her fist clenching by her side as she fearlessly stood her ground. "And I will be caught dead with a man like you."
Kaleb leaned even closer, his lips softly grazing her right earlobe, which happened to be one of her erogenous spots. "Should we put it to the rest?" he whispered, and Elena nervously gulped down a lump that had formed in her throat.
