Aiden Shaw lowered his head, his dark chestnut eyes falling on her nails painted with red polish.
There was a certain force, felt instantly through the shirt, from the softness of her palm.
The receptionist was completely stunned.
Is this little vixen here to find the brother, or her husband?
Or did she come here for a rich man!?
She intended to step forward and stop it, however, upon seeing the scene below, she forgot to move.
Tiana Thorne's pretty pink fingers lightly drew a circle on his chest, with a voice carrying a unique laziness: "You're so tall, tiptoeing is making my legs sore. Won't you invite me inside to sit?"
Everyone inside the room, from seventy to seventeen or eighteen years old, suddenly turned into giraffes staring at them.
Eager to grow ears like sails, to listen to what the girl was whispering, just felt so alluring.
Tiana Thorne was actually prepared to be pushed away by him.
