As the lustful Tariq Lane met the seductive gaze of Kallie, his rationality returned somewhat.
Kallie never flattered him without a reason; this time would be no exception.
Perhaps for the rest of his life, he would just be prey in Kallie's palm. Only when she needed him would he, the prey, come in handy.
"Let me guess, this is seduction?!" Tariq pinched Kallie's soft, white chin and asked softly.
Kallie giggled charmingly, "Would you accept such seduction?"
Tariq let go of her, sat on the edge of the bed, and lit a cigarette. Through the white smoke, his wickedly masculine face was exceptionally attractive. As Kallie watched him, her heart began to race.
This man's appearance easily lured women in, no wonder Cecelia Anderson had fallen for him.
She remembered why she had come to see Tariq and leaned against his back, "Tariq, marry me."
Tariq was taken aback, turned his gaze to Kallie, and the sudden sparkle in his eyes didn't escape her notice.