Chapter 127 Kiara

• “You can run into me anytime, angel.”
• His chin is square; his nose straight. Dark hair is combed back above the mask, and it curls around his ears. His white shirt is open at the collar—no tie.
• And those eyes are hungry as they track up and down my body, but unlike those other men inside with their wandering eyes… this time, I welcome it. I want his gaze on me, lingering where my hard nipples press against my dress. Eyes and hands and lips and teeth—