"Be my woman! Eh?"
Joel Russo pressed the tip of his nose against hers, caressing lightly, his voice deep, mellow, and oh-so-sensual.
"Joel Russo..."
"Hmm?"
"I'm very hungry."
"Dodging the question."
Arabella Vanderbilt nodded, "Hmm, it just feels like agreeing to you so quickly makes me seem too unreserved."
At her words, Joel Russo's lips slowly curved into a smile, "You truly know how to torment me. But… could I take that as a roundabout way of consenting?"
Arabella too, with lips hooked, had a trace of drowsy languor on her blushing cheeks.
"I didn't say I agree, and it doesn't matter if that's what you think. But right now, my head is foggy, and I might just forget everything that happened tonight after waking up from a good sleep tomorrow."
Joel Russo narrowed his eyes, "Then should I do something more to make you remember it clearly? After all, taking advantage of someone isn't something I've only done once or twice."
