Karl's POV
As soon as the dinner ended, I went after her. For some bloody reason I wanted to know who sent her those flowers, and I wanted to know if she had a man in her life. I wanted to know if I'll have to be ripping someone apart to get her.
I have never chased after a woman. But damn fucking hell! I have never wanted a female as much as I wanted this female before me.
I followed each sensual push of her hips as she walked, the sway of her ass, my eyes going low to trace those thin, long legs she sashayed down the corridor with.
I dragged in a hard exhale into lungs that heaved like they were tortured. It was almost like I was seeing her for the last time, like I was glimpsing the perfection she carried with her in every inch of her; even her hair, long and wavy behind her, swaying gently in the air, added to her irresistible charm. She was a breathtaking piece. Her body knows it, and it seemed hell-bent on making it known too.
