personally selected her attire: a conservative, cream-colored Chan
g the frantic beat of her heart against her ribs. She reh
even o'clock,
orce, sucking the air from the room. He wore a bespoke black suit, but the top butto
e simply watched her, his dark eyes assessing her with an unnerving in
This was her interview. The results w
of them without consulting her, selecting
d he know her dietary restricti
urprise in her eyes but
and heavy. It was a weapon, a
had to be the
t but clear. "Mr. Blake. Are you s
the pretense from their meeting and layi
face. He leaned forward slightly, and the space betwee
gravelly sound that vibrated in the air. "On
own the column of her throat, to her hands rest
. She felt like prey, pinne
ability as a wife." She delivered the line like she was reading a product spe
rst time, a smile touched his
d. "More interesting th
t a compliment, or a warning? A sign that he
se, the clink of silverware a welcome in
To her horror, she saw t
ity she wouldn't be able to taste any of it. To her, it was just tex
man was a thousand times more dan
othing, simply began to eat hi
her composure. This fragile little bird had sharper claw
to calm the fire in her nerves. She had to know. She ha
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