Have We Met Somewhere Before?

Cynthia's eyes trembled slightly, and her white teeth bit down on her lip.

Tristan looked at the blush on her face, a teasing light flickering in his eyes. "You have no idea how enticing you look right now, like a siren emerging from the sea."

Cynthia raised an eyebrow slightly, extending her fingertips to undo Tristan's collar. Her fingertips gently followed his collarbone, extending to the prominent Adam's apple.

This action was like igniting a spark.

Tristan frowned and grabbed her mischievous hand, his Adam's apple rolling as he said, "Stop playing around."

Cynthia's exquisite eyebrows lifted, and she presented a bright smile, adding a touch of charm to her bold and unrestrained face.

Her hand was enveloped by Tristan's palm, and she scratched his palm with her fingers, tilting her head up to blow a gentle breath into his throat. "But sirens feed on the essence of men..."

Before he could respond, Tristan suddenly flipped over, pressing her beneath him.