“Why did you choose me?” Like before, he didn’t answer. If he thought I’d stop asking, he was very, very wrong. “Do you desire me?” The question slipped past my lips before I could stop it. He cleared his throat, and I could practically see his mind racing for the gentle answer. “You’re a beautiful woman.” That meant no. “So does that mean we won’t…” I couldn’t even finish the question. Which was probably good, because Zavier’s response was to walk away. “Ugh.” I sagged against the railing, my entire body flaming with embarrassment.
