Chapter 381. Woman in Charge

Ria

She walked out of the room, conscious of Philippe behind her. She could actually smell his strong fragrance, a woody, spicy fragrance. And of course, she was aware of his gaze on her, felt his eyes on her pert rounded behind and for the umpteenth time, she wished she had not chosen to wear her low slung, figure-hugging jeans. His hot gaze seemed to be sending prickles of awareness down her spine.

‘Would you like to come with me?’ he asked politely enough, his deep baritone making her jump.

‘Or I could arrange another vehicle for you…"

The Capo had stopped walking and now stood close by, jangling his keys in a casual manner.

Like hell you will, Philippe , she thought grimly.

She stopped and turned to face him, her hair in a messy bun, long tendrils having escaped to caress her cheek as she whirled around crossly. and then wished she had not. He was too close for comfort, his hair tied back in a neat ponytail, the black eyes cur