He only pulls his gaze away for a moment to run those dark eyes up and down my body, murmuring, “You’re stunning.” I’m glad the green makeup hides my blush. “Erin said it was too much.” “Erin is conventional,” Cole sniffs. “The blend of grotesque and sensual is alluring.” “Well . . . thanks,” I say. I never imagined I’d be flattered to be called “grotesque”, but here we are.
