“I hear you don’t like your room.” “The accommodations could be better.” He smiled. “I’m sure you’ll find them preferable in my room.” I hated his smile. Sparkling white teeth and a dignified lift of his lips. He had the smile of a handsome gentleman, and what a lie it was. Though what I hated the most was how his smile made me recall how I fell into his hands in the first place, and how he tricked my body to his side.
