"It's a bit too sweet." He furrowed his brows slightly, then smiled and said, "But you women probably like it a lot. Are you sure you don't want to try it? It's your favorite flavor."
He seemed like a salesman who wouldn't rest until he'd convinced her to take the ice cream. Handing her an unopened pack, his voice was low and full of seduction, "Scarlett, give it a try. I promise you won't regret it after tasting it."
A perfectly normal sentence, yet coming from his mouth, it seemed to carry another meaning.
Scarlett Yates's face flushed immediately.
Her heart raced wildly for a few beats. She abruptly stood up, her eyes slightly panicked, "Why hasn't George arrived yet? How much longer do I have to wait?"
The sky was gradually darkening.
During her blind date with Nash Collins, it wasn't dark yet.
But now...
Through the living room's floor-to-ceiling windows, one could see that in half an hour, it would be completely dark.
