“Miss Saint James,” that same male voice said, bringing her attention to the far end of the room. Her gaze found him immediately, but her brain struggled to catch up with the sensory input. Oh… My… God… This was not a man or a demon. This was a living fantasy. Standing behind the desk, hands casually slipped into his trouser pockets as if he were about to go for a stroll, he locked eyes with her, offering a tight half smile that was much too alluring.
