Even without looking at her, Tristan Grayson could feel the woman's eyes fixed on him. He glanced up, a handsome eyebrow raised, the corner of his mouth curling into a wicked smile. "Enjoying the view?"
"Huh?" Mika Summers blushed and quickly lowered her head.
Tristan Grayson closed the magazine, placed it on the sofa, and stood up. He walked slowly toward Mika. "If you're going to look, do it openly. Sneaking glances isn't a good habit."
Embarrassed and annoyed, Mika looked up, pouting as she retorted, "I wasn't sneaking glances. I *was* looking openly." 'He always catches me when I sneak a look…'
Tristan Grayson sat beside her and brushed a stray lock of hair from her ear, his tone flirtatious. "Openly?"
"Yes, openly." Blushing, she mustered her courage and nodded.
Tristan Grayson smiled dotingly. "Not bad. So, Mrs. Grayson has learned to look openly now?"
"Mrs. Grayson?" His words made Mika's heart skip a beat. She looked at him, nervous yet delighted.
