Felicity couldn't help but return his grin with one of her own. Being thought of a rebel pleased her—especially by this man.
She would never admit in a million years that she'd thought of him a lot over the past month. Naughty and inappropriate thoughts that left her hot and bothered and aching.
She wondered if he could look at her as sexy, as someone he could take to bed and lose himself with. God knew she wanted to lose herself with him. Unfortunately, Graph Pearson was a fantasy, and she had to live in reality.
Reality sucked hardcore at the moment.
Twinges of need made Felicity's lower parts heat up. Her desire made her feel stupid, sitting in this room, alone with him, his warm hands clasping hers, his gaze unwavering. She cleared her throat. Her attraction to this big, charming, gorgeous man was disconcerting to say the least.
"I'll never forget what my father said. 'The girl is old enough. I don't need you anymore.'"
