The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

natural, but more so from being outdoors. The brown loafers
he wore tapped atop the hardwood of the bookstore as he
approached, and I forced myself to look into his dark eyes.
He was staring right at me, yet there was no way for me to
decipher what he was thinking.
“Hey,” I said, my voice more excited than I intended.
“Looking for a book?”
“Just here to browse.” He walked to the first aisle, leaving
a bookshelf between us, though I could still see the top of his
head, and when he glanced up, his eyes. “You weren’t here
yesterday.”
“No. I trust Mrs. Meyers delivered your basket nicely
though.”
“She did okay.”
“Just okay?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Where were you?”
“Out of town.”
“Will you be delivering it tonight?”
“The basket?” I frowned. “Yeah. I mean, I’m back. Why?”
“I like to know who’s delivering my things.”
“Okay. Your security knew. I informed Pierre that Mrs.
Meyers would be delivering it.” My confusion was clear in
my voice. “Is there anything in particular that you’re looking
for?”
“What are you working on?” He ignored my question and
walked around the bookshelf and over to me, eyeing the iPad
in front of me.
“It’s a work in progress. It’s bad luck for you to see it in
this stage.”
“Bad luck for who?”
“In this case, both of us.”
“Both of us?” He frowned.
“It’s for an event I’m planning.”
“What event?”