Lyla had never been touched by another man before.
The only man who had touched her left her with a scar and phobia for men for life. Even a touch on her wrists felt uncomfortable and foreign. And this butler—whose name she didn't know—held not just her wrists but he also had one arm on her wrists and was gazing down at her.
She looked up at his face. He was fairly tall. And handsome too. He had features that made you want to stand straight and proper when he walked by. A high cheek bone, pointed nose and a face to die for. Now that she actually looked she saw how handsome he really was. His hair color. A color that made people see him as an elder man but taking a closer look now she could see he should be in his early twenties if not twenty. His grey eyes bore into her like he could tell every of her secrets including why she was always uncomfortable around men.
She pulled away slowly and stepped back-like his very presence burned her-and Lucas let her go.
