Taming The Playboy
I caught his eye fixed on the spot I just licked.
Clearing his throat, he stood quickly. “Well, Little Miss Sunshine, I… I’d better go before he kills me with his eyes.” He stammered with a tilt of his head toward the office.
I glanced over and burst into loud, unfiltered laughter. His boss was glaring like he had just watched Steve steal money from the tip jar.
“If eyes could kill…” I said between laughs.
Steve stared at me. Soft, slow, like he didn’t want to look away.“You should laugh more. It brightens the room.”