Page 18 of The Rake Desires the Diamond
His chuckle was deep and sultry.
She’d forgotten to putHe is a sarcasticdevilon her list.
She composed herself—and her fluttering bits—then marched to him. “Wipe that absurd grin off your face. This is not a social call.” She halted inches from him. Lifting her chin, she met his gaze.
His green eyes twinkled.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she demanded.
Evan’s hand shot to his heart. “Like what?”
She stabbed a finger in his chest. “You know what I am talking about.”
Touching him may have been a mistake, for the second she did, something akin to a lightning bolt sent a wave of pleasure rippling through her.
Evan wrapped his hand around her finger. His heat scorched the blasted digit. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
How could he be so calm when a million emotions overcame her?Number one. He is insufferable, she reminded herself.
“You are insufferable!” she declared with a huff.
Evan leaned close. His breath tickled her cheek. “Need I remind you that you are the one who followed me into my chamber?”
“And arrogant.”
To the devil with his provocative chuckle.
“And yet, here you are. Accosting me in my chamber.”
“You are an emotional infant, and you never take anything seriously.”
“Ouch,” he said while staring at her lips as if he meant to devour them. “Are there any other insults you would like to hurl my way?”
She was not there to have her lips devoured. Was she? Nay! “Number five, you put a frog in my tea.”
“Number five?” As if on cue, he smirked.
“Unbelievable.” She tore her hand from his grasp and pointed at his mouth. “Exactly! That is number six.”
“Number six?”
“Smirking. I hate when you smirk at me.”
“Six?” he asked again.
“I’ve made a list of your most deplorable qualities.”
There it was, out in the open. Now he knew she held him in low regard, and that should halt any lip devouring.
He frowned.
Good. She was sick of his twinkling eyes and devilish grin.
He crossed his arms over his chest. “How many items are on this list?”
“Eleven,” she declared, resting her hands on her hips.
“Only eleven?” He quirked a brow. “Well, do not leave me in suspense.”
