"You called me yourself today, what are you up to, little spirit?" If her aim was to attract his attention, then she had succeeded.
His interest in this little woman deepened, surpassing what he had imagined.
The low male voice carried a husky desire, rising in the quiet room.
Avery Jane's body stiffened somewhat, she lifted her gaze to meet his; the sight of that overbearingly dominant man with his sharp and profound eyes staring at her brought her enormous pressure. He liked watching her helplessness, Joshua Hughes' lips curled into a wicked smile.
"I didn't, Mr. Hughes, I just dialed the wrong number." Avery suddenly realized that she had indeed called this man's phone—was he here to the Hughes Family to question her?
Dialed wrong, such a low-level lie was beneath his disdain to expose.
Avery suppressed the panic in her heart, slowly retreating.
"What, are you afraid?" She took a step back, yet he stepped closer, even closer.
