Alpha Drake
It was chilly, but it had a kaleidoscopic quality to it—defining him.
Emily couldn't stop herself from lowering her head.
The man’s black leather shoes had come to a halt right next to her bed, with the toe of the shoe pointing in her direction, which she had noticed through the gap in her hair.
She could feel his eyes piercing at her.
"Look at me." His voice was deep and resounded in her ears, sending shivers on her spines and tingling up to her head.
Suddenly, the icy reflection of his silver cufflinks came into her field of vision. By this time, his hand had already reached out toward her face. His fingers were lengthy and robust, drawn in a perfect size and shape.