Chapter One Jasper Grant does a poor job at concealing his expression, or perhaps, he makes no effort to. He stares quite obviously from his large, empty and shiny desk. His eyes follow every contour of my skirt, rising till they come to rest on the neck of my blouse where two buttons are open, and the third barely holds the full bust together. Jasper Grant finally meets my eyes, his bright almond slits, no different from a panther's."Who are you?" he asks in a low growl."Michela Cruz." He makes no response and glares quietly, leaning on his elbows. His knitted eyebrows and broad, bulky shoulders only accentuate his already predatory air. I had known these very eyes when they were a lanky 15-year-old's, though now they belong to a dangerously gorgeous panther of a man. So unless they are jetting out flaming bullets, I will comfortably return the stare. It is a full minute, I'm sure, before he finally leans back in his seat and speaks. "What was that?" "Miche—" "What are you d
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