Grace's POV
Carlos's emerald eyes gazed at me with a tenderness that sent an unfamiliar flutter through my chest. The intensity of his stare made something stir within me as he refused to look away.
This close to Carlos, I caught the scent of his cologne lingering near his collar—a rich blend of spice, wood, and amber that somehow soothed my overly sensitive nose. What a relief compared to Charles's nauseating odor from his complete lack of basic hygiene.
Honestly, Charles reeked of charred breakfast and disappointment ninety percent of the time.
I gulped hard, my knees going weak as his arm gradually circled my waist, drawing me further into his hold.
"I—I don't get what you're after, Mr. Benjamin..." I managed to say.
Of course I wasn't completely clueless. Several explicit fantasies of us tangled together flickered through my mind—images I'd die before admitting because the sheer embarrassment would kill me.
