Chapter 84

Every single cell in Emmeline’s body tingled with renewed arousal and anticipation.

Her mouth went dry as he approached with his hands shoved into the pockets of his impeccably tailored trousers in a casually arrogant manner.

“M-Mr. Blackthorn!” she stammered, her cheeks flushing. “Why did you come back here? Does Yuna know you’re at the restaurant? What excuse did you give her?”

Zavian stopped mere inches away from her. The heady scent of his cologne and the sheer masculine presence of him made her head spin dizzily.

Staring up into those fathomless deep blues, Emmeline was struck by just how vast the difference in their heights was. She had never felt smaller or more delicate than in this moment.

“I took Yuna home first and told her I was coming back to get you,” Zavian said in his deep, sinfully delicious baritone. “The roads can be dangerous at night for a woman driving alone, especially if she’s been drinking and might still be intoxicated.”