Vivienne's head was screaming.
Seriously, what does he mean by fun? Why does that word sound terrifying when it comes out of his mouth?
Her heart wouldn't stop pounding, but her face was a perfect mask. She forced a blush, pulled up a wide smile, and batted her lashes as if she were some shy little maiden caught in love.
André looked at her squirming and thought to himself: look at her pretending, so stubborn, yet so adorable.
He leaned closer. Vivienne stiffened, but before she could react, he brushed his lips over hers in a soft peck. It was so quick, so casual, yet it left her whole body burning like someone had poured fire down her throat.
"Since you are busy," he whispered, his voice calm and sweet in a way that made her want to strangle him, "how about we meet later. At my lounge. I have a lot of fun ideas we can do. Today."
Her stomach dropped.
Fun. He said fun again. Oh God, kill me now.
