He abruptly stood up, holding her in his arms, and walked toward the lounge. Evelyn Grant heard the sound of the door closing before she was gently placed on the bed.
A heavy shadow loomed over her, bringing with it an oppressive aggression that permeated her every sense like an inescapable net.
The possessiveness in Preston Keaton's eyes was all-encompassing. It was so deep and intense it felt as if she were plunging into a bottomless abyss.
Just in the nick of time, Evelyn Grant's mind cleared. She frantically pushed him away and shook her head, squeezing out a low cry, "I'm on my period!"
Preston Keaton froze.
He gazed down at her. Her eyes were glistening, and her voice was soft and gentle, but he could clearly detect the smug delight she was trying to hide.
"Such a shame, but it's my time of the month." She propped herself up on her hands and slowly sat up. Tilting her chin, she gave the man's lips a soft kiss, one that held a hint of reckless provocation.
