Sensing he should have pulled the blanket over himself by now, Fiona Sutton lowered her hands from her face. Her face flushed as she looked at him.
For a moment, there was silence, the only sound in the large room being the pattering rain outside the window.
"Don't worry, I won't cling to you."
Fiona Sutton couldn't stand this silence and spoke up first.
"Really?"
Hearing Fiona Sutton's words should have pleased him, yet Yancy Hastings' expression grew increasingly grim.
Why did her casual words grate on him so much?
"Yes, didn't we agree? I sleep with you for one night, and you let me go."
Memories of last night flooded her mind, and the color drained from her face.
As the cold, harsh words left her lips, Fiona Sutton clenched her fists, struggling to suppress the pain surging in her chest.
"Really? I don't seem to remember."
Yancy Hastings' lips curled, his eyes narrowing as he emanated a dangerous aura.
