Chapter 183

The man's brows twitched slightly. Calliope snapped out of it, mentally cursing herself. What the hell was she thinking? He was a firefighter. No way he could be Conrad, the ruthless second Hilliard heir. Her face went ghost-white. She shot to her feet and gave him a deep, panicked bow. "Sorry! I mistook you for someone else!" "It's just... you really look like my husband. Even the scratch on your neck-it's uncanny." The guy arched a brow as he watched her trip over her words. There was a spark of amusement in his eyes now, like he was starting to enjoy this. "Are you hitting on me?" Calliope froze. Her cheeks went bright red in an instant-like tomato red. "No way! I mean, I wasn't..." She tried to explain, but the more she said, the worse it sounded. Suddenly, he stood up. His polished designer shoes stopped right in front of her. The next second, his cool fingers pinched her chin, making her lift her face. That ridiculously handsome face was suddenly way too close, radiating a pressu