Clara's POV:

"Where do you think you're going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only," he tells me from where he's leaning against the door frame watching me, his eyes hooded as they rove over me.

I glance at him and notice the large grin on his face. As always, Andrew Contius is entertained by me. He has always loved to tease and taunt me.

As a teenager, he'd enjoyed nothing more than pulling my hair and calling me princess even though he knew I hated ...