Time frame: war time
Sophia glared instantly. "My lord!" Sophia protested, irritated by the way that Ragnar was talking to her. She knew that he was trying to provoke her and get a reaction, but she refused to give him that satisfaction.
However, underneath her calm exterior, she felt a flurry of emotions; confusion, anger, and even a little bit of attraction to the mysterious Ragnar. She quickly regained her composure and shot him a withering look.
"How dare you speak to me like that," Sophia said, her voice tight with a little bit anger. "You may have money, but you lack class and decorum."
Ragnar just laughed, giving Sophia a sly look. "I supposed we will have to agree to disagree on that point, Sophia," he said, his tone mocking as he lifted the last basket of groceries onto the cart. "I heard that women like men who have a lot of money. Aren't you the same way?"
"Hey!"
