Her heart began to race; it beat so fast she thought it would break through from her ribcage.
The man's sinful, yet effortless elegance couldn't be denied.
Though his face was hidden behind the mask, she knew the feel of his mouth against her own, against her skin, and... on her nipples.
Her face immediately turned beetroot red, but she couldn't break her gaze away from his, not with how his deep, dark eyes kept her entranced.
"You've gotten what you came here for. You have fulfilled the contract." His smoothly deep voice suddenly broke the silence in the room.
He glanced down nonchalantly at the watch around his wrist, no longer raising his gaze to her.
"Meet Butler Jones for the part settlement." Saying this, he began to walk out of the room as if standing there was a total waste of his time. The nonchalance of his words sent a blow to hit Anne with a strange force she hadn't anticipated.
A rush of disappointment came with a disheartening clench in her chest.
