Page 5 of Bitten By Desire
I would have been pissed but it was hard to be mad at someone with such beautiful eyes.
“I have a better idea.” His eyes gravitated to my lips again.
I swallowed hard. “And what is your idea?”
“Show him you’re better off without him. Living your best life.” He held up the camera and took a picture of me.
I flinched. I was used to being on the other end of the lens. “I don’t think sharing pictures of myself on social media will make him realize that cheating is wrong.”
“He cheated on you?”
I nodded. “Just once.” As if that made it better.
“Once a snake, always a snake, Emma.” He didn’t lift his gaze from the screen on my camera.
Wait.“How’d you know my name?”
He ran his fingers down the cord where my name was stitched.
I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt exposed. I wished I had my camera back. I’d much rather take a picture of him. Just like the portrait in the living room, I wanted to capture his beauty and keep it forever. “What’s your name?”
He lifted his eyes from the screen. “Callum.”
“Not Sir William?”
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He looked anything but amused. “No. Callum Walsh.”
Callum Walsh. That was definitely a sexier name than Sir William whatever.
“Lower the strap of your dress,” he said.
“What?”
His eyes locked with mine. “You’re confident and sexy, even when it’s just you on a Saturday night. That’s what will make him reel.”
I didn’t know if that was true. But I found myself reaching up and pushing down the strap of my dress. Maybe I wanted him to think I was confident and sexy. Because it radiated off of him.
“Lower,” he said.
I pushed the strap lower, letting it fall down my bicep.
“Sit on the couch.”
“I don’t think…”
“Sit, Emma.”
I sat down.
He snapped a photo. “Lie back.”
It was like his words had power over me. I lay down, staring at him.
He reached out and pushed my hair so that it would cascade off the side of the couch.
“Spread your legs.” His voice came out low and strained.
I did what he said.
