Chapter 30 Desire
- “Mr. Windsor,” Calista called, walking cautiously into the bedroom, her eyes downcast.
- Ranya raised his head from his laptop, his brow furrowed as he watched her fidget with the hem of her extremely short gown that barely reached above her knees.
- “What?” he asked, silently gulping his drink. Calista was a marvel, and for many reasons, he couldn’t control the urge to have her.