Henry's deep emerald eyes were staring at her softly. A strange feeling began to brew in her heart as he held her gaze without pulling away.
Being this close to Henry, Kate could smell the perfume he sprayed around his collar. It was a warm spicy scent combined with wood and amber. It was comforting for Kate, especially since she had a sensitive nose that made her hate Matt's musty and pungent scent due to his inability to practice even the most basic hygiene.
In fact, Matt smelled more like burnt bacon and failure most of the time.
Kate swallowed her saliva. She felt weak, especially when his arm slowly wrapped around her waist and pulled her deeper into his embrace.
"I—I don't understand what you want, Mr. Grant…." Kate said.
Of course she was not naive. She had a few dirty images of them together flashed through her mind that she would rather not tell because those images would embarrass her too much.
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