Which made everything considerably worse.
Her scent hit me like a closed fist.
Oh, she is close. Days away. Maybe a week. This might be an excellent opportunity, Kael rasped.
“Good evening,” she said.
Her voice was all sweetness with a husky undertone that did nothing to help my current situation.
I adjusted my jacket. Deliberately. Covering my vitals.
She ripped the last ones clean off.
We could live with one, Kael whined.
I looked at her face.
That was my mistake. Because beneath those silver eyes was the unmistakable gleam of a minx who knew exactly what she was doing and was enjoying every second of it.
She had some kind of power to toy with our ability to form cohesive thoughts.
“Is everything alright, Conrí?” she asked, and fluttered her eyelashes—slow, deliberate, exaggerated enough to make the innocence of it a pointed weapon.
A gauntlet, dropped at my feet with a smile.
Chapter 28
Nika
The moment felt surreal.
He looked nervous—which strangely made me feel more confident. Then his eyes travelled down the length of my dress and bulged on the way back up.
The internal battle was clear to see.
“Good evening,” I said, in a sultry voice I’d never used in my life.
He didn’t reply. He was too busy trying to—breathe.
Bad Girl was quiet, but I could feel her satisfaction curl around me like a warm hug. This was empowering in a whole different way—a way I’d never experienced before.
His eyes finally settled on my face. He took great care not to let them wander again.
“Is everything alright, Conrí?” I asked sweetly, fluttering my eyelashes.
When I began to document the cut of his formal dinner attire, I felt Bad Girl’s disapproval immediately.
Why can’t I ogle him a little?
Because we are experimenting.
That sounded boring.
In the meantime, Conrí had recovered his wits.
He smiled—not a predatory smile. A genuine one. I could see the warmth in it, reaching all the way up to his eyes, and that was somehow more disarming than anything else he could have done. I hadn’t been prepared for genuine. I’d armoured myself against the boardroom version—controlled, calculated, the smile that didn’t quite reach open. This was neither of those things.
Bad Girl hummed.
