But—
Just as she passed by, her wrist was suddenly grasped.
Instinctively, Flossie Wright turned her head and saw Glenn Hutchinson's handsome face, his expression stern, his eyes slightly darkened, reflecting her own figure.
Frowning, he closed in abruptly, their eyes locked not even a centimeter apart, his aura enveloping her in an instant.
"Not even a word of greeting?"
Glenn Hutchinson's lips curved up slightly, his voice soft and husky as it reached her ears.
"I'm dirty."
She looked at him calmly, her demeanor unruffled.
Yet her tone was unmistakably dismissive.
A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but in the next moment he regained his composure and spoke in a deep voice, "I don't mind."
"Then," pausing briefly, Flossie Wright lifted the corners of her lips and said slowly, "thank you."
"No need for that."
Glenn Hutchinson spoke with particular politeness.
"..."
