319 New Year's Eve Ball Drop (3)

Angela felt warm all over, not just because of how Gael pressed himself against her back, but the words he uttered reached her core. He wasn't only saying lines to flatter her. She knew he told the truth because she'd notice that his eyes were always on her, watching her every move even if he was across the room full of people.

She wanted to play with him. Turning around, she rested her hands on his shoulder and held his gaze. A small hint of a smile danced on her lips. "You're so sweet… If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to get in my pants."

Gael paused, and then a slow smirk appeared on his face. He shamelessly raked his heated stare down her body, openly checking her out. "I'm really…really…trying to get in your pants."

"How honest…"

"Is it working?"

Angela was now beaming. "I'm not sure. I think I need a little more convincing."