Grace's mind went blank for a second, but she quickly regained her composure. Given the difference in their status, at most, John might try to teach her a lesson—he wouldn't go too far.
Thinking of this, she curved her lips into a taunting smile and met his gaze head-on.
She leaned forward on the table and stated flatly, "Give it up. It's not happening."
John met her smirk with his usual calm, composed expression. Unlike those inexperienced boys, he carried himself like a man who had weathered many storms—steady and unshaken.
To him, Grace's little provocations were nothing more than a childish tantrum. A harmless splash in a vast ocean.
His thin lips curled slightly. "You have quite the interesting taste, Miss Quinn."
