As he questioned, "Are you trying to charm me?" Jaxon stepped into Alva's intimate space, leaving her momentarily stunned. She swallowed hard, grappling with her thoughts. Why did he possess such allure, those intense eyes piercing through her, especially when she was barely dressed in just a towel, revealing her vulnerability. The insecurity crept in, fueling a fear that she might surrender to him out of an unspoken longing.
Gently, he traced her cheek with a calloused hand, his voice low and husky, "No response for me?" he murmured, their gazes locked.
Her eyes darted away, "N-no, I-I didn't realize the door was open," she stammered.
A sly smile played on his lips, "Is that so? Your body seems to disagree," he teased.
Caught off guard, she stuttered, "Um... I..."
Suddenly, Jaxon leaned in, his warm breath feathering against her ear, "Next time, if you aim to seduce, leave the towel where it belongs, in the bathroom."
The unexpected proximity sent shivers down her spine.
In this arranged marriage between Alva Garcia and the enigmatic Jaxon Smith, the heir to a major American tech empire, their union was cold but simmering with hidden secrets and complex emotions. As they navigate their arranged lives together, will they uncover the truth or continue to dance around their feelings, waiting for the moment they can truly let themselves fall?
