His white shirt wasn't suggestive of restraint, but rather inspired an intense desire to tear it off of him. His whole persona was devilishly seductive.
Falling together into temptation.
Hannah had never imagined that a man could leave a woman with no room for retreat when he fully unleashed his charm, especially when that man was Arnold Simmons.
What on earth was he suggesting... Such suggestive words.
She turned her face away, attempting to avoid his overheated gaze. But in the next second, she was forced to meet his eyes again, her chin firmly held by him.
She instinctively opened her mouth to plead for mercy, but before she could finish, she met his dark eyes, swirling with hidden tides.
In that moment, she knew words would be futile.
He seemed to sigh gently, coaxing her with a tender voice, "Shush, Hannah, close your eyes."