"I was not...'' Daisy turned her face to the side.
''You walked right past me without looking at me for even once. You think I believe you?" Ryle laned closer to her and her sweet fragrance wafted over to him, doing things to his body that were beyond his control.
In the past, it did not happen with him this way. No matter how beautiful a woman was, it was just a passing and fleeting moment of interest for him.
He had thought it was just that when he was attracted to Daisy initially. The longer he looked at her, the more beautiful she looked.
"I don't like perfumes.''
''Oh, you are trying to sound disgusted by me now,'' As she tried to put her hands forward, Ryle grabbed it by it's wrist and pushed it behind her waist.
"I just don't like it.''
''You don't like what? Make yourself clear? You don't like me with other women? The thought of it?"
''The perfume, is what I meant. I don't care about your private life.''
