"You!" Kevin snapped and glanced up at her, a charming smile dancing on his lips seeing her standing there dumbfounded. Panic constricted her throat. Her? What does that mean?
"I-I don't understand," she let out, voice not more than a whisper. She's still stunned by his words.No matter how handsome he was or how well he spoke, there was something unusually dark about him. Something about the way he looks at her. Something about the way he speaks and intimidates everyone around him. His aura exudes dominance.
His eyes held hers. Distress stirred in her sparkling hazel.
It was obvious she got what he meant but she looked tense rather than enthralled. Strange! Girls usually find this particular statement enticing. But then again, she was different. So very different. He had to take things slow."I want a bouquet for someone special," Kevin spoke again. His stare was intense, his voice confident. "Can you make it?"
Emma let out a low breath and gulped down the panic that had consumed her
