Chapter Fifteen; Strip for me

I anxiously pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as my head lowered to hide the red-hot blush on my cheeks.

The CEO held me against him so much that I felt the subtle beat of his heart against my exposed back. His breathing was steady, while I held my breath.

The CEO goes forward to caress my cheeks, leaning down to press a featherlight kiss on the corner of my lips, and I subconsciously lean further into his touch, almost like a reflex action, getting lost in his intoxicating scent of cinnamon and manly essence.

He was playing with me again, and I could tell by the way his eyes glistened with untold mischief and a glint of amusement.

Even if it was all an act, I still savored the moment, he was like a daydream—Far-fetched and out of reach, a perfect ensemble of forlorn reverie.

The man before us still doesn't look convinced, so he goes further to ask;

“Is that so? I thought you fancied slimmer girls,” he observed, peering at me skeptically through his thick square glasses. I scoffed