Chapter 22. In the Lion's Den

Raven glanced at him briefly from under her lashes. Was he very mad at her? She noticed he was wearing the same clothes as he was when he left. It was the same denim jacket over a black tee shirt and a figure-hugging pair of jeans hugging his hot b*tt. His hair stuck out at the same angle as it was in the morning, yet he looked hot and very delicious.

 Suddenly, he switched off his mobile and kept it inside his jacket pocket. She looked up at him to see his eyes hooked on hers. Did he notice her checking him out? Flustered at the thought, she was about to look away when his next words arrested her. 

“You’ll get spectacles soon if you watch me that way?” He leaned towards her and whispered into her ear. Raven blushed to the roots of her hair. She closed her eyes and turned towards the window, wanting to vanish from there. His hand shot out, and he held her chin, turning her to face him. His intense gaze searched her eyes as if he wanted to read her soul and find