23. Perfect, Hot and Sexy

Sir Charles caught me glaring gapingly at him. As our first eyes met, fear washed over me. What am I going to tell him? The truth? No way! I doubt this to be the auspicious hour ordained by God for my feelings to become exposed. It can't be as it doesn't seem right. The truth is it can't be.

And if I'm to tell a lie, I won't be able to compose one in such a short amount of time. Would I be able to lie to him? Lying is out of it. I'd just act ignorant or wait! Would think that I was lusting? I hope that won't be the case. I'd prefer to confess than be regarded as a loose girl who can't control her hormones. Anything but being regarded as miss Hailey.

He refused to peel his eyes off me and I looked away as I became bashful and mortified.

"Drop that over there, I would be right back," he said gesturing toward the bedroom table and I looked at him.

I'm thankful that he didn't read the meaning of my behaviour. He might have taken my reaction as that of surprise judging that he was in a