A Kingdom of Dreams (Westmoreland, #1)

by Judith McNaught

“You have the bluest eyes on earth,” he added with a low, appreciative chuckle. “When you’re angry, they’re the color of wet blue velvet.” Jenny rolled her eyes in disgust, momentarily pacified by his answer that this was her home. “Wet velvet?” she repeated wryly, wrinkling her nose. “Wet velvet.” His white teeth flashed in a devastating grin. “No? What should I have said?” His smile was irresistible, and Jenny fell in with his teasing mood, “Well, you might have said they’re the color of—” she glanced at the large sapphire in the center of the crucifix “—of sapphires,” she provided. “That has a nice ring to it.” “Ah, but sapphires are cold, and your eyes are warm and expressive. Am I doing better?” he chuckled when she voiced no further argument to wet velvet. “Much,” she agreed readily. “Would you care to go on?” “Fetching for compliments?” “Certainly.” His lips twitched with laughter. “Very well. Your eyelashes remind me of a sooty broom.” Jenny’s mirth exploded in a peal of musical laughter. “A broom!” she chuckled merrily, shaking her head at him. “Exactly. And your skin is white and soft and smooth. It reminds me of . . .” “Yes?” she prompted, chuckling. “An egg. Shall I go on?”

A man trying to compliment his woman…the best way he knows 🤣😍❤️