“I’m quite capable of understanding sexual attraction, Mr. Drake.” “Adam,” he said quietly, his eyes lowering to focus on my mouth. My heart skipped a beat in its frenetic pace. “Adam.” “Why does it make you uncomfortable to call me by my first name?” I locked gazes with him, suddenly intensely aware of how close we were standing. I could smell him—a subtle scent, masculine, clean, like the ocean and the hint of peppermint candy on his breath. I could almost feel the heat and power oozing off of him in waves. I swallowed in a suddenly dry throat. “I don’t know.” “I want to give you one more thing to think about.” “And what is that?” He leaned closer, his head approaching mine. I didn’t have the time to step back nor, I think, the willpower to do it even if it had occurred to me. His mouth met… Read more »
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