The way he leaned by the doorframe, in that white shirt and cream pant. His sleeves folded up like revealing his forearms covered in veins. This top button left open with bite mark peaking through the collar. I could only hear my heart beat slowly rising, ready to crash out of my chest.
"Are you going to continue staring at me? I don't mind if you want my autograph or photo. I am generous just like that." Cliff voice ended whatever my heart was feeling.
I snapped right back, averting my gaze from his face. This guy knows witchcarft. I almost got seduced.
"You are not some celebrity to get your autograph?" I scoffed with a guilty conscience. I almost drool over those of good looks.
"You can go." Cliff walked on, commanding Mary to leave the room. Mary as usual gave me a bow and walked out.
