Sara Michaels
“I didn’t say you could stop looking at me like that.”
Kingsley’s voice brushed against my ear, low and teasing, and I felt his fingers tilt my chin back toward him before I could even pretend I wasn’t staring. Heat crept up my neck, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered.
“I’m not looking at you like anything,” I replied, forcing a calm I didn’t entirely feel.
His lips curved slowly, eyes glinting with amusement. “You’re staring like you’ve never seen a man before.”
“I’ve seen men,” I shot back, stepping away from him and folding my arms. “Just not ones who live like this.”
I turned slightly, letting my gaze sweep across the space again.
The mansion was nothing short of breathtaking. Marble floors reflected the soft golden light from an eno
