"Brother Owen, shall I go home with you tonight?" Her chin rested on the man's shoulder, her breath fragrant like orchids.
Her captivating and alluring body casually brushed against the man's arm, intentionally or not.
Through the thin layer of fabric, Gemma Blue could feel the strength of the muscles on the man's arm; robust, firm, just that alone had her heart racing and her breath unsteady.
Gemma Blue stared at the man's face with fascination, even in a world full of handsome men, she was deeply drawn to him.
His appearance, his aura, the feeling he gave her, all of it made her heart flutter!
Perhaps this is fate between people, love at first sight. From the very first time she saw him, she silently swore in her heart that she must become his woman, his wife.
Even if it meant giving up everything, status, identity, even honor, she didn't care, as long as she could have him, his heart!
