His voice, deep and magnetic, was extremely pleasant.
Her ears tingled, and her face flushed.
Because, just as he was looking at her, she was looking at him too. That handsome face was stunning to the point of being deadly, yet his entire demeanor exuded a sense of abstinence, a coldness that made people shy away.
Eva Nightingale almost fell into his deep eyes, dazed for a moment.
"Come here, be good."
He was always so patient, extending his long arm, signaling her to come into his embrace.
Eva obediently walked over.
For some reason, knowing he was the President made her heart skip a beat...
This cold, icy man, was he the same man from last night... who had tossed her around in bed?
Last night, he didn't seem so cold, had she hallucinated? Certainly, last night's him was incredibly domineering, not giving her any chance to resist before doing those unspeakable things to her...
