Scarlet felt Ian smiling against her lips. Of course, he would smile since he was getting his way. He managed to get her in this position two days in a row. Somehow surviving a sit down with her father.
Scarlet jumped a little when his hand touched her thigh. It didn't go any further, so she assumed he was just trying to keep her in place. One little mistake and they could both roll to be on the floor.
Scarlet noted how he was careful not to let both his hands wander. Though she had agreed to take him seriously, he had not jumped ahead to touch her too much.
"Ian," Scarlet said when she got the chance. "I need to breathe."
"My apologies," Ian replied, propping himself up with his arms to take his weight off of her. "And how long do you need?"
"You," Scarlet said, not believing the man before her. "Do you intend to continue?"
