"You sure about that?" Lydia countered, suddenly challenged by his demeaning words. There were many men begging for her hand in marriage. She was one of the prettiest heiresses they could choose from, not to mention, swimming in money.
"Of course," Weston said through gritted teeth. He clenched his jaw when he saw the shadows of Lydia tossing her long skirt to the ground. His eyes narrowed onto her legs, long and slender, just the way he liked. Suddenly, a thought popped into his head. Her legs over his shoulders, as he pressed her upon the bed—
"Why don't you take a look then?" Lydia provoked, knowing he was too much of a prude to do anything. When his body stiffened and he didn't move, she smirked.
Lydia knew he was just all bark and no bite. Then, without warning, he spun around, catching her by surprise.
