The Man In The Manor
His tousled hair was as dark as the night behind him, his jaw prominent and cheekbones so sharp, they looked like they could cut glass.
His lips were plump, and his eyes, oh his eyes were such a beautiful colour; a mixture of cerculean blue clashing with bolts of grey to create something so mesmerising.
And those mesmerising eyes were focused solely on me.
"Haven't you heard the rumours about me?"
My eyebrows scrunched together in confusion at his question.
"Are they true?" I asked.
His gaze was unwavering, as he quirked up an elegant eyebrow, "How badly do you want to find out?"
When a bet goes horribly wrong, Adley Adams finds herself having to spend an hour every day with a dangerous but infuriatingly handsome man in his Manor.
But as she spends more time with him, she realises just what it means to play with fire, trying not to get burnt in the process.