"Good," came Keegan's curt reply as he withdrew his hand from her chin.
A smear of blood clung to the nail that'd gone into her skin.
He regarded her for some seconds before stepping away, headed back to his table.
"Undress." It was an order.
Releasing a deep shaky breath, Sheera did as she was told. The chill air seeped into her exposed form, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable.
Keegan leaned on his table before her and watched her as if she were a piece of art, his gaze more an evaluation than an invitation. Sheera kept her gaze glued to the floor as he did. His predatory gaze on her was more than intimidating. And shame began to claw at her neck at a point.
What Sheera didn't know was that Keegan wasn't looking at her bare form because he wanted to be 'entertaine……
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