Melody Thorne's fingers glided over his high nose, then across his face, "Haven't I already been here?"
Her hand was on his face.
Jared Quinn stared at her deeply, grabbing her small hand and placing it on his belt. His expression was stern, his breath cold and ominous, his voice low and thinly cool, "You can be here too."
"Hah!" Harold Chapman sputtered the red wine he had just drunk.
He thought Jared Quinn would say something fierce, but he came out with this instead. Can it get any more obscene right in front of him?
What happened to ruthless determination, cruel-heartedness, and abstinent coldness?
Melody Thorne's ears quickly turned red, especially now that Jared Quinn was looking at her in such an enticing way.
When he seduces women, it is absolutely fatal.
"You're blushing," Jared Quinn's slightly narrowed eyes deepened with seductive allure, yet cooled by a deadly attraction.
"Hm?" Melody Thorne responded a bit slowly.
"Your ears."
Melody Thorne "..."
