Chapter 48

The driver had already made things so clear that all Vivian could do was get out of the car and follow Kingston into the elevator. When they reached the floor where he was staying, Kingston walked into the apartment while casually undoing the buttons of his shirt. Once he was inside, he took off the shirt and draped it over the sofa to the side. The lines of his back were perfectly smooth and defined. His entire body exuded an almost overwhelming masculine allure. Vivian's face flushed as she stared, momentarily transfixed. Kingston suddenly stopped in his tracks, almost causing Vivian to run into him. She halted in a hurry. Kingston turned around to face her, bending down slightly. His voice was low, magnetic, and laced with amusement. "Ms. Hartwell, wipe that drool off your face." Vivian instinctively raised a hand to wipe the corner of her mouth, only to find that there was nothing there. She was speechless for a moment. Realizing she'd been played, her face instantly burn