Chapter 32

Sensing that Yasmin had stopped struggling, Caleb released his hand that was covering her mouth. His fingers trailed from her chin to her cheek in an intimate caress like a lover's touch. "What are you doing, Caleb?" she whispered angrily. The moment she spoke, the stairwell's motion-sensor lights flicked on. The sudden brightness made Yasmin squint. Caleb was still in the same tailored suit he had worn at the auction. His face remained as striking as ever—handsome, refined, impossible to ignore. He didn't flush when he drank, and if not for the strong smell of alcohol clinging to him, one would never guess he had been drinking at all. His gaze was locked onto her, burning with the intensity of liquor-induced heat as if he wanted to scorch her with just his eyes. "Minnie, you're terrible at avoiding dangers." All it took was a little trick, and she had walked right out. Caleb leaned in closer, pressing nearly half his body against Yasmin. The fabric of their clothes was too thin.