Chapter 40

• THEA
• I gulped and looked away shyly. I feel my cheeks growing bright red up to my ears. I've always had a huge problem when blushing because it's so evident on my skin. He has been making me blush and I hate it. He wants to make me squirm and he surely is winning on that. I couldn't even dare to look at him in the eye anymore.
• Does he even mean that? Fuck, I think he does. I mean, he is Benedict Saintclare. The hugely famoys womanizer of London who can make any woman's panties drop.