Yancy Hastings' expression was stern as he regarded her, yet he remained motionless, as if he hadn't heard a single word she'd uttered.
"Yancy Hastings? Tasteless guy?"
Fiona Sutton stood there awkwardly. Seeing him unmoved, she didn't dare to move either.
"Even?"
Yancy Hastings raised an eyebrow. Is she still dwelling on this issue at a time like this?
Fiona Sutton was startled, then nodded.
"Dream on."
Yancy Hastings sneered. Call it even, just like that? After sleeping with me, she wants to call it even? She's dreaming.
"You..."
Fiona Sutton cursed under her breath. What's so 'dream on' about it?
"Anyway, you said it yourself last night. As long as I sleep with you for one night, you'll let me go. You can't break your word."
Fiona Sutton raised her voice, punctuating her words by shaking a small fist.
