I’m not ugly. I’m beautiful. My mother used to tell me when I was growing up that I was blessed with such beauty to kill off the male population.

My eyes are the same color as coal, and I have toned legs thanks to my workouts, four times a week. I’m fun-sized, and my skin is smooth and ivory.

We stare at each other as if we’re two warriors holding up our shields, ready for war.

“I wasn’t going through your stuff. I was backtracking my steps.”

I glance down at my watch. “You have to be on stage in ten minutes. Chop, chop.” I snap my fingers. “You don’t want to piss off your fans.” My tone is light as a feather.

Then I tug on his rock-hard bicep and avoid eye contact, not letting him see the excitement glinting in my eyes. Goosebumps make their debut onto my arms as my head feels lighter than a balloon. I look forward to watching them perform; their performances stir deep emotions inside me and tug at my gut so that I’ve teared up a few times. And I’m not much of a crier, either.

“Whoa, hold your horses, Thumbelina.” His smile brightens up the room and steals the breath out of my chest. His smile is cool drops of rain licking my heated skin. “Meet me at my house tonight. So I can lick your clit until you’re screaming my name.” His words touch me in places that I want him to caress.

“Not happening.” I shake my head and chew on the end of my index finger, smearing red lipstick on my finger.

I’m not in the business to lose my virginity right now, I’m too focused on becoming CEO of my dad’s company, and Felix would be a distraction. A sexy, delicious, distraction I don’t need.

He gives me a shit-eating grin and his eyebrows draw together, hooking his finger on my belt loot. “Are you sure about that?”

“Absolutely.” My confidence is faker than breasts implants.

He showcases his panty-dropping smirk. “We’ll see.”

“Arrogant doesn’t look good on you.”

I roll my eyes so hard they might fall out of their sockets. With my hand still glued to his hard bicep, I give it a light squeeze because I love the way the hardness feels under my fingers. The most attractive part on a man is his arms.

He tilts his head to the side. “Playing hard to get doesn’t suit you. You think I don’t notice the fire that burns between us. The burning need to rip each other’s clothes off and fuck each other until we’re out of breath. You’re hot for me.”

My cheeks burn and heat spreads across my face like wildfire.