Viola felt her throat go dry at the look in his eyes but she held her ground without moving. "I really wish I could invite you in but I am in genuine need of rest. In my current state I might put salt in the tea instead of sugar without even noticing."
"Don't worry about that, I drink salted tea just as happily as sugared. So?" He said, tilting his head with that same patient, immovable smile.
Viola had never in her life encountered a man this relentlessly persistent. He was determined to get inside that penthouse one way or another, and she knew with clarity why, the moment he stepped through that door he would catch his mate's scent in the air. Her palm against the door turned sweaty, and when she took just a fraction too long to respond, his expression shifted.
