AYLA
Cardamom. Darkness. Sexiness. All in one.
My lips parted slightly.
"Then don't," I said, a reckless little smile curling at my mouth.
The kind I'd learned to use on men, the kind that made them sign deals with me because they couldn't look away.
Cassian's eyes locked on mine, his other hand on the rail tightening just slightly.
This gala was organized for him—the new president of MGD. He had reporters, executives, influential men who controlled power inside the room, waiting to socialize with him, yet he was here. With me.
His gaze dragged down my body like a third hand, swooping over the diamond between my breasts like he could lick it.
He stepped closer, towering, heat pouring off his body until I felt pinned to a spot.
"Why?" he muttered under his breath.
The rasp in his voice sent goosebumps crawling everywhere on my skin.
I smirked, lips curving. "I do not want to be a distraction."
