Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 191

He casually leaned forward, closing the gap between their faces. His cheek came in contact with her cheek, gently caressing it. However, the words that came out of his mouth next were enough to send goosebumps rising from her skin and bones.

"None of my business? But I am capable of finding out the answers if I want to. Should I let something happen to him? Then I’ll find out the level of importance he has to you..."

Grace trembled as she glared at Jason. "What are you going to do? We're just colleagues. Damn it, you’ve met Gus. You know I am not interested in him. We do not have anything going on!"

"But he has feelings for you, doesn’t he?" he mumbled as his thumb gently rubbed against her lips.

Her lips abruptly felt heated as if the spot that came in contact with his thumb was about to go up in flames.

"Don't... do anything to him," her lips trembled as she spoke these words with difficulty.

"Does that mean you care about him?" His breath and voice had the power to lower anyone's defenses, but the gaze he had was so sharp that it could pierce right through her.

"No... Not at all..." She wanted to avoid his scent, but she failed to.

It was as if his scent had trapped her. Not only her lips were burning, but the temperature of her body was also gradually rising as well.

"Really? You have no feelings for him at all?" His lips gently brushed the tip of her nose as if he was teasing a distressed little animal.

Grace stiffened. "No."

He suddenly smiled. An honest smile. The kind that reached his eyes and reminded her of the man she had fallen for. The good, pure and honest man who’d walk through fire to protect her.