Chapter 83: You have five minutes.

Malachi’s gaze is hot and heavy on my skin. His attention is rapt, and the look on his face is stone-cold as he watches me.

“What do you think you’re doing, Antonia?”

Malachi’s voice is husky and dark, so I know he likes what he sees. It’s more than me knowing it even. I can feel it.

Malachi’s attention has always had a tangible presence to it. That’s why I always know when he’s around, because he’s probably cast a disdainful glance my way earlier. Even his employees feel it whenever it lands on any one of them. So by the weight of his gaze on me, I can tell that Malachi Finn is wound up very tight right now.

He’s not going to jump on me and ravish me in a fit of lustful passion. He still has his pride.

But the body wants what the body wants, and the thought that enters my head is downright naughty. I even feel like laughing at it. I do.

A small chuckle finds its way from me, but it’s from half nervousness as much as from the giddy unbelief coursing through me. I ask Malachi a question