Malicious Prince
"Santiago,"
And sure enough, he looks exactly like the picture Juno sent me.
Jet black loose, curls few strands falling over his forehead, deep brown eyes, with warm olive skin.
“And who’s this?” he asks, eyes dragging over me with open interest. “You’ve been holding out.”
Before I can step back, his hand catches my jaw, tilting my face toward his like he’s inspecting something he might buy.
His thumb lightly along my jaw like he’s evaluating bone structure.
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