Chapter 272

"But... Candy, you don’t even know what kind of cake I like," Damien Blackwood muttered, faking a scared-but-pitiful look like she just scolded him too harshly. He gently took Cassandra Taylor’s hand and grinned innocently. "Your hand's super soft. Feels really nice holding it." As he spoke, he held her hand up to his face, brushing her palm softly against his cheek. Through her hand, Cassandra could feel the warmth of his skin—it was smooth and strangely addictive, like touching the finest silk. Maybe it was the alcohol, but his cheek felt a little too warm. That subtle heat spread from her palm straight to her chest, like a low-voltage shock speeding through her nerves. Her heart gave a slight jolt. “Damien! Let go! Now!” she shouted, blushing like crazy. Seriously, this guy was totally using the "I’m drunk" play to act all flirty. “I’ll let go if you come cake shopping with me,” he bargained without shame. “Fine. Let’s go,” she growled, grinding her teeth together. “You cold, Candy?