Page 58 of Broken By A King

I shake my head silently.

He ignores me.

"What your hair looks like out of that ponytail you wear every day."

"I don't wear my hair out."

"Why?"

"I don't know. It's not practical for work."

"Take it out now," he commands.

I take a jittery sip of my tea.

"For what, I just–"

"I want to see if my assumption is correct."

"And what do you assume?"

"That you'll look even sexier with your hair out framing your gorgeous face."

"Stone."

I hold onto my mug tightly as he reaches over and behind my head to pull the black piece of elastic from around my hair. He watches with rapt attention as my auburn curls fall and bounce freely around my face.

When a genuine smile spreads across his face my head drops.

He has a killer a smile which makes warmth spread from my cheeks straight to the rapidly swelling folds between my legs.

That's how I know I need to leave. If I stay one more minute in this room, I may not be a virgin in the morning.

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