Was Ashton captivated by my beauty?

I had always thought his heart was as tough as his rugged exterior, immune to such charms. But it seemed the saying about men being visual creatures held some truth after all.

Even though I knew I had his attention, I deliberately ran my fingers through my wavy hair, letting it cascade over one shoulder.

His eyes darkened, and his expression became colder. I couldn't figure out why his mood had shifted so ...