He looked like a living enchantment, wicked and beautiful, with lazy, mesmerizing almond-shaped eyes fixed on Charlie. His posture was casual, almost bored.
"I'm not crazy," he said.
After a moment, he lifted his eyelids. His voice came out slow and unbothered.
"Come on."
Those two words slipped into Charlie's ears like a spark. Teasing, charged, impossible to ignore. A vein throbbed at his temple.
The air between them felt electric, saturated with tension that made hearts pound and faces flush. Derek Lee slowly raised his arm and unbuttoned his cuffs, taking his time as he rolled up his sleeves.
He was tall and lean, carrying himself with effortless grace. His exposed wrists were strikingly elegant, every inch of him exuding dangerous charm. With his sleeves up, he placed a hand on the armrest of the couch and leaned toward Charlie.
Screams erupted around them. Bonnie's palms were slick with sweat as she held her phone, creeping closer to get a better shot.
Comments flooded.
