Ethan Laurent regards the current Summer Ford with much disdain.
What's the point of playing coy now?
Summer Ford isn't quite used to doing these things with him, but she doesn't want him to perceive her awkwardness.
Her arms clasped onto his shoulders, her face slowly lifted, casting him a contemptuous glance, she softly uttered, "I just want to say, your kissing technique is really terrible, making me very uncomfortable, so, tonight let me take charge!"
Let her take charge?
Is this another kind of game?
In Ethan's mind, the phrase "let her take charge" barely registered before his blood began to boil, automatically conjuring various images of "her taking charge".
Ethan's interest was piqued by her "let her take charge", not even bothered by her earlier words deliberately belittling him. Instead, he leisurely admired her.
