Playing with Fire

Ria

She was speechless as she looked into the hard black eyes. He was close, too close for comfort and she stood up, meaning to move away. But it only brought her against his broad chest and she swallowed, choosing to sit down instead hurriedly.

“Wha...What...do you mean?’ she croaked, abandoning all attempts to put up a brave front.

He smiled, just a small movement of his lips and it was not even a smile, she thought as she heard herself breathing loudly. Philippe moved to stand before her and then, he tugged at her upper arms, pulling her to her feet.

Ria had taken off her jacket as it was warm inside the room. The beanie she had on was also discarded although Philippe felt that it made her look adorably cute. The classic denim and boots look with distressed jeans and camel-coloured boots with stole and beanie cap, with the cashmere stole added to the style quotient perfectly. Ria always wore her favourite tan-coloured waistcoat with this look to get that extra warmth, all of which