Hope Williams paused, her brain glitching, and she found herself momentarily at a loss for words.
"What are you busy with?"
Hope fixed her gaze on Waylon Lewis, still somewhat dazed.
Although she often leaned on his firm chest, the directness of her gaze now was...
Hope's cheeks turned a shade of pink.
"Mm?" Waylon Lewis curved his lips slightly, the amusement in his eyes growing deeper.
With just one syllable, his low, rich, magnetic voice carried a fatal seduction.
Hope blinked, her eyes dodging twice, "You..."
"What about me?" Waylon Lewis looked down at her with an inquiry.
"Nothing... nothing..." Hope fidgeted with her fingers, "I'm working on a medical paper."
Waylon Lewis walked behind Hope, his inky black eyes shifting towards the computer screen.
"About your grandfather?"
She turned her head slightly, looking up at him, and collided with the man's deep gaze.