Instead of taking in the splendor of the emerging fall colors and the choppy Hudson River, his eyes scanned her face like it was a million miles of heaven.
Debra AnastasiaThey can kiss my ass. I’d rather talk to you than stand with those spineless nimrods any day.
Debra AnastasiaLivia, I’m made of glass, but it only shows in the sun. I can’t be caught in sunlight or everyone will know what I am.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Blake. But I bet you’re very beautiful in the sun.” She watched as his face became triumphant.
Livia looked puzzled and whispered, “I have no idea why these are special.”
Blake dared to touch her face. “They’re the exact color of your eyes.
She waved, and he smiled like she was the eighth wonder of the world.
Debra AnastasiaApologize to the lady,” Blake’s voice was smooth, calm, and deadly. He’d also unleashed his bright green eyes on the poor bastard, who looked like he might wet his pants.
Debra AnastasiaLivia covered his hand with her own and moved it down to her mouth. She put a sweet kiss in the center of his palm. His beautiful hands went through all this trouble for me.
Blake’s eyes flared with desire, making them look greener.
Livia, you’re too kind. I’ll take this breakfast as a token of our friendship—thank you—but do you ever do anything just for yourself?” Blake lifted the sandwich and waited for her answer.
“Talking to you.” She watched him go motionless as her filter yet again refused to engage. “I do that because I’m addicted to the feeling it gives me.
She’d been with Blake for over an hour. It felt like minutes.
Debra AnastasiaYou remind me of a fairy tale princess. You’re so kind.”
“Did you not see me smash that guy’s phone? I never saw Cinderella attack a lisping dude.” Livia closed one eye while reliving her actions.
“No, I guess not. You’re my kind of princess, then.” Blake ran his hands through her hair.
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