too. “I really appreciate it,” I say, placing a hand on his arm and stopping him. “I mean it,” I add, genuinely. “You said you wanted to show Brady how a man should treat a woman, but really you’re showing me.” That smile of his? It gets a little bigger. That gleam in his irises? It sparks a little more. “Like I said, it’s my pleasure.” I arch a skeptical brow. “Really? Is it?” His smile burns off, and he stares at me with red-hot lust. “Yes. Really. Treating you is an absolute gift.”
