Stark’s eyes peered at me, seemed to be waiting for an answer.
“Whatever plot you are trying to pull right now, I will let it slide, but please, Mr. Stark, just leave.”
I tried to shove his hands off, but he held my face.
“I'm not expecting you’d be hard to please, but at least, let me at least show you the reason why you have to say yes.”
I raised my gaze to his handsome face, his eyes blazing. With his hands still grasped around mine, he freed my other hand to brush my lips with his thumb, causing me to gape my mouth open. His hand continued to downward, brushing over my shoulders, traveling down the hem of my blouse. Slowly, he slid up his hands into my shirt.