Chloe Winston was so infuriated by his words that all the color drained from her face. She lowered her voice and snarled, "You're shameless."
"You've seen me when I was even more shameless." The refined, scholarly man reminded her mildly, the darkness in his deep eyes darker than the night itself.
His gaze grew even deeper as he closed in on her. At her ear, white and smooth like a shell, he rasped in a hoarse whisper, "Remember now?"
Chloe glared at him in a fury, teeth clenched. No matter how perfect and gentle Constantine Stewart appeared in the eyes of others, always impeccably dressed, he never bothered to conceal in front of her the viciousness in his bones and his attitude of playing with the world.
