He stared at me for a moment and I could see his expression darken, I wasn't sure why but, it wasn't right, it just wasn't right.
"Who's Luther?" He asked almost with clenched teeth, still not averting his gaze.
"He's just someone I met at the orphanage, do you want have a problem with that?" I answered nonchalantly, trying not to meet his gaze.
"I certainly have a problem with a random guy giving my woman flowers every other day" he said.
I turned to him, leaned close to him and sniffed on his neck, "is that jealousy I smell on you, sir?" I breathed, but rather than get a response for him, I was rather greeted by the sharp, exquisite, masculine smell of his cologne, it seduced my senses and made me stick to him longer than I had intended.
