Preston Keaton lowered his eyes. Even in the dimly lit room, she could feel his piercing gaze on her.
He calmly wrapped a hand around the slender waist of the woman in his arms, holding her still. His long fingers traced circles on her collarbone as his voice came out low and raspy. "Miss Grant, care to explain what you just saw? Hmm?"
'It's not like he didn't understand.'
Evelyn Grant bit her lower lip. "You know perfectly well."
Unperturbed, Preston Keaton kneaded her slim waist. "Read them out loud for me."
'How could she possibly read those words aloud!'
Evelyn Grant pressed her lips together, looking as if she'd rather die than speak. But the hand that had been tracing circles on her collarbone suddenly slid downward.
The thin fabric of her gown was no obstacle for his long fingers. Evelyn Grant's scalp instantly went numb, and waves of tingling pleasure made her almost cry out.
