Left behind by the dragon, Roxanne blushed.
The warmth spread across her cheeks before she could stop it — Melissa had tucked both feet under herself on the couch, settled into a cross-legged position like a queen taking her throne, and turned to stare straight at Roxanne with pure, hungry curiosity sparkling in her eyes.
That impossible, breathtaking face: the sharp jawline, the deep wine-red lips, the cheekbones so perfect they looked like they had been carved by someone who got tired of math and started sculpting beauty instead.
When had Melissa become even more stunning than before?
Everyone already knew that after the Ashford Madam, very few women in Paradise could even come close to matching Melissa.
But now, really looking at her without all the past clouding her vision, Roxanne saw something new.
