He slid off his suit jacket with ease, rolling up the cotton dress shirt sleeves until they teased the top of his firm forearms. Roughly, he tugged his black tie so it hung loosely around his collar and stepped towards me. I step back bumping into a table, and he rushes forward, intertwining his fingers through mine, the calloused hands sending tingles down my spine. He leans forward, the sharp jagged smile of his peering directly into my flushed face-I turn away. "Esme, look at me," his deep voice crows. "Make me," I whisper, flustered. His smile said it all. "You'll regret that." There are 3 contenders-who will Esme choose?All Rights Reserved
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