Nick's POV
"Well…" I began, my voice lower than usual—partly because I was trying hard not to look down.
Because right there—inches from my mouth—were her breasts, sumptuous and perfect, teasing me like they knew what they were doing. My hands were itching to touch them.
Fuck.
I tried to keep my eyes locked on her face, but even that wasn't safe. Her lips were parted, her skin flushed, her eyes glowing with interest… curiosity… seduction.
Nope. Bad idea.
So, I focused on her hair. Just her damn hair. Yeah… that's better. Neutral. Safe. Sort of.
"Oliver said that just paying off your debt and the penalty from breaching the contract wouldn't be enough," I said slowly, grounding myself in strategy, in facts—anything but her. "Marrying me wouldn't be enough to keep Raymond away, either. That bastard would always find a reason to haunt you, to meddle."
I took a breath, my pulse pounding.
