Amelia thought this conversation couldn't go on any longer.
"Get up, I don't want to talk to you right now."
He really did get up, but he didn't move aside. Instead, he bent down and placed his arms on either side of her body, his eyes devilishly narrowing as he asked in a low, husky, and extremely suggestive voice, "You don't want to talk to me, so do you want to do something else with me? However, it's quite convenient since you're wearing nothing under that towel."
Amelia, "..."
Realizing she wasn't wearing anything underneath and given the current position, Amelia's cheeks suddenly grew hot with anger, "Daniel Cooper, I told you to get up! Let me go!"
