Grace's POV
I heard Carlos make that appreciative sound with his tongue. He was taking in my appearance with obvious admiration.
I could tell he found me captivating - more so than any woman he'd encountered before. The way his eyes lingered on my smirk, enhanced by the bold red lipstick, seemed to affect him deeply.
His reaction was so intense that I wondered if I'd somehow bewitched him, transforming him into some lovesick fool driven by desire.
"You know, after meeting you, I just realized that I have a thing for—"
"A redhead?" I cut him off, already guessing where his words were headed.
Carlos let out a soft laugh. He moved closer and pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek before responding, "That's part of it, but honestly, I think I've developed an obsession with ruthless beauties like you."
