I accidentally gained the ability to read minds, but I can only hear men's most embarrassing desires. The aloof CEO scolds me to my face, calling my proposal trash, while secretly thinking that I look so cute when I bite my lip.
The sharp-tongued movie star mocks my fashion sense in public, while his mind keeps replaying images of pinning me against the wall.
Then, at a charity gala, the most ascetic archaeologist of all invites me to dance.
"Don't listen to what they're thinking."
His fingertips brush my back, his voice low and tempting.
"Tonight, just listen to what I tell you myself..."
"For instance... the thousand-year-old love bug you're looking for is hidden in my bedroom."
