Offering My Services

Cynthia Shannon looked at the man's neatly fastened collar.

His sexy Adam's apple was partially visible, making him even more enticing than when his collar was undone. She furrowed her eyebrows and pursed her lips as she gazed at the face that had caused so much trouble, sighing inwardly, attributing all this trouble to that handsome face.

Tristan noticed her slight frown and couldn't quite figure out her thoughts.

“Not satisfied?”

Cynthia suddenly curved her lips into a smile, her gaze meaningful as she looked at him. “Mr. Ford possesses exceptional charm; no wonder you attract admirers everywhere.”

“With you saying that, I'm starting to feel pretty accomplished.”

Tristan's arm around her waist tightened involuntarily, pulling them closer together. He pinched the soft flesh around her waist, narrowing the distance between them even more. He grinned, “Am I that charming?”

Cynthia, “...”