![]() ![]() This guy is the closest thing to a god in our country. ![]() “I’m Charl-”Īlthough his lips aren’t curved into a smile anymore, his eyes are sparkling even brighter-if that’s possible. “Again, forgive me.” I shake my head, exhaling nervously. His lips start curving and they are gorgeous and plush. “And yet you most definitely have it.” His voice is rich and deep, but his tone is playful and his eyes are twinkling. This isn’t an attempt to get your attention, not at all.” For the record, I’m not some crazed fangirl. I hate that my toes are curling under his stare. ![]() I’m completely overwhelmed by his presence. “I was having dress trouble,” I rush out. ” His grip is warm, and noticing that he’s slowly releasing me as he realizes I’ve got my balance makes me stutter. And I look up, up at a flat, flat chest, the length of a platinum tie, up a tanned throat, and stare straight into Matt Hamilton’s dark eyes. ![]() My breath catches and I freeze, registering the hand on my waist, the side of my breast pressing into a bulging forearm. I glance down at my shoes and lift my dress up an inch, never slowing my stride, when I bump into a large figure.Īn arm flies out to steady me by the waist. Once I exit, I’m headed straight down the hall, toward my table, when I step on the hem of my dress as I enter the carpeted ballroom area. I laugh inwardly and yet pretend I’m not amused by their fawning-especially when they’re old enough to be his mother. “I want to wear him like a fur,” the cougar woman purrs. ![]()
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