VIVIENNE's POV
There was barely any space between us.
His breath was ragged and hot, fanning over my lips as he stared down at me with an intensity that had the hairs on my back rising.
My fingers twitched against the hem of my t-shirt, my body freezing under his predatory gaze.
With how close he was, I could smell the dark musk of his perfume riddled with his own arousal that had head pooling between my thighs.
My lips quivered, my hand tightening around the hem of my dress.
Before I could utter a word, the shrill ring of my phone cut through the heavy silence.
The sudden noise made us both flinch.
I eyed him warily, my heart still racing as I slowly backed away, heading over to the nightstand to pick up the phone.
My hand shook violently as I tore my gaze away from him and stared at the caller ID.
Fiona?
My heart did a violent leap.
Why the fuck was she calling me again?
Roman was back now and she could relay any pack related issues to him.
