Chapter 86

Vivian's waist was slim and soft, and the faint, clean scent on her skin was enough to stir Kingston's head. Kingston's eyes darkened. His palm tightened slightly, then he let go like a gentleman. Vivian could still feel the heat of where he'd caught her. With her nerves feeding into it, she bit her lip and felt her cheeks and the tips of her ears burn even hotter. She didn't dare look up at him, afraid she'd fall into those dark eyes. "Thanks," she said, her voice soft and a little hoarse. Kingston looked down at her, his voice low. "Are the murals really that captivating?" Vivian's mind drifted. She nodded on instinct, then realized what she'd done and shook her head hard. He was setting her up. Why would she like staring at things that made her blush? It wasn't that she liked it. The decor here was just too brazen, with that kind of body art everywhere, leaving her no way to look away. Kingston glanced at her, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "I didn't know you had suc