“Tell me about Olivia.” The interviewer’s pen perched delicately on the lined yellow paper. Her full red lips beautifully contrasting her porcelain skin and maroon glasses.
Blake leaned in, giving her a winning smile from perfectly white teeth against his own scrumptious blood lips.
“What do you want to know darling?” He asked, brilliant blue eyes sparkling.
She blinked her moss green eyes at him, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly as she restrained her answering smile.
Although warned of his charm, she hadn’t expected her own reaction.
She rephrased, “What word comes to mind when you think of her?” tapping her pen against her pad nervously with her acrylic blood red nails.
Blake took notice of the action, his crystal blue eyes glancing at her delicate hand with smoldering heat and she quickly stopped, waiting for his response with heated cheeks.
He smiled, watching her growing discomfort with dark glee.
“One word.” He said leaning back crossing his arms over his black silk shirt pulling the material taunt over his biceps.
Her eyes roved the bulging muscles. Blake caressed his full bottom lip with his index finger as she sucked a breath, her eyes glued to where he touched. “Just one?” He asked playfully holding up his finger.
She nodded, unable to speak.
Leaning forward across the harsh metal table, Blake licked his lips before answering,