“Stop trying to tell me what to do.” He walked around the bed and stood in front of me, a mischievous glint hidden in the deep well of his blue gaze. The subtle scent of smoky liquor on his breath swirled between us. “Would you rather I flirt with you?” His confidence, bordering on arrogance, must have come from having never been told no in his entire life. My expression remained unimpressed. “I wouldn’t bother.” “Right. You’re off-limits.” He smiled down at me, dimples bracketing his mouth like parentheses.
