"Do I?" Lucian's cool voice echoed in the stunned silence. He leaned on his chair, and the peek of his pale sculpted chest seemed alluring.
Coupled with his intoxicating smile and unique fragrance, he resembled eye candy.
Heat rushed to Lana's cheeks, and it took everything in her to hold back the animalistic urge and lunge at him.
'2x1=2, 2x4=8, 2x10=2...' Lana started to chant the multiplication table of 2.
"Hm." Lana lazily replied, her black eyes betraying no lust surging under her skin.
An undercurrent surged while their eyes locked onto each other. It was electrifying and filled the atmosphere with unspoken tension.
Nixon, seeing the exchange, blinked in surprise.... Why does he feel... they are flirting... and the initiator... seems to be his best friend?
'Poor Lana... if she has truly caught the eyes of this devil... no one can save her from the claws of this wolf...'
