CHAPTER 51

Angelina's POV

Winston was baiting me.

I could feel it in the way he looked at me, the way his eyes bored into mine, and in the way, he simply smirked. I couldn't tell from his face if he was doing this on purpose, or if he was even baiting me.

He didn't look like he was baiting me, and neither did he look like he didn't want to too.

I could see the strong planes of his shoulders, I could see the elegant edges of his face, I could see his chest and hell.

I blinked and tried to resist the desire that was pulsing through me.

I felt like slapping myself with even, one taste, and I couldn't seem to get enough.

I was just acting despicable.

The warmth that radiated through Winston, the heat that came off him, I could feel it from where I sat like he was some sort of nuclear power plant.

Winston was hot.

No doubt about that.

But he was also intentionally or unintentionally baiting me and I had come prepared.

"Thanks. I'll have it washed and brought back to you within the hour."

I was saying