"You really care what other people think of me?" Chad Yakov's fingers wandered over her delicate Face, his thin lips parting slightly as his breath brushed over her, seductive as a spell.
In his Eyes, the sharp edge from a moment ago was gone, leaving only satisfaction.
His Woman ought to think on his behalf.
"I don't care about you, I just don't want people to see me as someone riding on connections… mmph!" Victoria Gibson hadn't finished speaking before he stole a kiss.
She glared at Chad Yakov, but he confidently parted his lips to speak.
"If I hear you saying one thing and meaning another in front of me again, I'll kiss you until you tell the truth."
"..." Rogue!
"You think just with you, that easily, you could beat Cheryl Thompson?" Thinking of what had just happened, Chad Yakov's eyes grew complicated.
He turned and sat down on the sofa, and in the same motion pulled Victoria Gibson into his arms, his long fingers playing with strands of her hair.
