Drunk and Daring I Kissed a Tycoon

Drunk And Daring I Kissed A Tycoon! 199

Chapter 199

After a moment's hesitation, Vespera picked up the lapel pin and popped off the cap

eses mowed as she studied the sharp point, then shifted her gaze to Dominic, who was still fast asleep in bed,

She gave him a slow once-over, head to toe, calculating the best place to strike.

Top of the foot? No, 100 is what it she accidentally crippled him?

Besides, all those spots were under the blanket. She'd have to lift the covers, inll up a sleeve or pant leg and that just felt creepy.

in the end, her eyes sented on the only area still exposed besides his face and neck-his hand.

the feet down and gently lifted L

after inspecting his long, sculpted fingers, she settled on the index finger, holding

it stealy with one hand while slowly bringing the pin closer with the other

Doman's pebrow pitched.

Just before the needle touched the skin, Vespera paused, glancing down at his handsome, sleeping face. Her voice came out soft, almost apologetic

p, they

trying to stab you on purpose-It's just that you're sleeping way too deeply. My grandma used to say that if someone can't be woken up, i

break it is to draw a little blood. Sorry, it'll hurt a little. I'm gonna count to

the needle shot forward, but it

before she could react, her hand was caught. Fingers slid between hers, threading through and locking

and tried to pull away. Then, suddenly, she was

still bent over,

herbalance and fell straight onto him. Her chest landed square on his, his warm, im torso

to push herself off. One hand was braced against his chest-still catching the needle. In the rush to sit up, the pin jabbed

hum

hand was caught,

tumbled right back down onto

was the last straw. She shouted for him to let go,

hand. That was

His voice, low and gravelly, biushed her ear.

hazy with sleep-soft, half-lidded, and lazy. Wespera's bean was pounding like crazy. What kind of

her face was heating up uncontrollably. "Mr. Reid, could you let go of me

left and right deliberately avoiding

was a

asked,

slightly messy strands of hair tanned out across his

siddenly felt too hot. His palm moved gently against hers, fingertips wearing wane, damp

thickened with

not stabbing you anymore. Here, take the

again. Their hands