Episode 3: Danger!

Her throat was dry as dust. She tried to speak, but the only sound that came out was, “Umm…” again. Knowing any attempt to speak again would only make her sound like more of a complete idiot, she resorted to using hand gestures.

Evonne practically shoved the bouquet right in his gorgeous face. That took him by surprise and he moved backward. “So… sorry,” she croaked. There, finally, she’d found her voice. Even though it didn’t sound anything like her natural voice, at least she could pass her message across verbally. “No, that’s fine.

Just a little startled, that’s all.” Gosh, this man has such a nice voice, she couldn’t help thinking. “Darling, what’s taking so long?” A singsong voice traveled from somewhere inside the house. “Come back to bed.”

The hottie turned to smile at whoever it was, then said softly, “Be back soon.” He has such soft eyes, Evonne thought when he turned to smile at the woman she assumed to be his wife.

They were Violet blue, like a clear, cloudless summer sky. Dear heaven! Why are all good and hot men taken? They were like car parks.

All the good and available ones were taken, whereas the available ones were the ones you had to parallel park to get. Damn my parallel parking. His attention suddenly shifted back to Evonne, and what she saw written on his face she did not like.

His once soft and subtle Violet eyes that had spoken of gentleman breed had now completely vanished. In its place shone a glittering spark, those pupils exuding a strong, wicked gleam, like the devil about to play with his toy.

His once broad and friendly smile had also been completely wiped away. Instead, the corners of those lips quirked up to form a devilish grin.

Danger! Danger! Playboy alert! Evonne’s radar screamed at her when those wicked eyes started undressing her, causing her scarlet cheeks to burn even more. But before she could take a step back to assess her situation, the man caught hold of the bouquet, capturing her hands in the process.

“Hey, let… let go.” She struggled, trying to remove his tight grasp. “Naa Oooohhh.” He shook his head, that devilish grin still plastered on his face, his eyes still sparkling with mischief.

Evonne tried harder to release his viselike grip, but it was no use. His fingers were like dental clamps, wrapped around her hands so securely one would require pliers to release them.

“I said… ” Evonne couldn’t finish her sentence, as she almost stumbled backward when the man suddenly released her. “Why—” She was about to give him a piece of her mind when he interrupted her yet again, and she was struck speechless.

“You like what you see?” he asked, posing even more seductively on the threshold of the doorframe, contorting his body as if he were a model out of Vogue magazine.

“Huh? Excuse me?” Evonne asked, puzzled. “You came here to give me these roses,” his voice drawled out huskily. “You must like me; otherwise you wouldn’t be here.