"What exactly are you up to,Grace?" she heard his deep honeyed voice ask, leaving her feeling weak in the knees.
"I.. I don't… understand, Sir," she stammered carefully retreating further backwards.
But sensing his scrutinizing gaze on her flushed face, she suddenly became breathless and didn't know what to think.
'It's just an illusion, right? It's not possible for Mr Brandon's voice to sound so sensual and romantic. I think I've been affected by all the nonsense Ingrid has been spewing.'
So she pinched herself through her dress to snap out of any foolish haze that had clouded her mind.
"You seem to be saying that a lot this evening. Is that your new slang?" Jace asked as he covered the distance Grace had created between them with slow steps.
Grace panicked when he saw this and yelled inwardly,
'What was going on with him today? Has he been offended from somewhere and wants to take it out on someone else. But why her? All she's ever done is serve his son sincerely.'
