"Do you want to get out of here?"
Adam's eyes scanned the hall lazily, though I could tell it was more calculated than it looked. They roved past the glittering chandeliers, the long tables heavy with fruits and wine, the crowd swaying to the music. And then they landed back on me, catching me in that way of his.
His brow rose when I tilted my head slightly, not answering at once.
"What?"
I shrugged lightly, as though he'd asked me the most ridiculous question. "Where do you want to take me? And before you wear your gallivanting gear, let me make one thing very clear—I am not interested in sleeping with you tonight."
He smirked.
My mouth curled. "Or ever."
But if anything, the smirk deepened, not at all deterred. "You keep denying the chemistry between us," he said, voice low, as though we weren't surrounded by a hundred drunken guests.
"That's because there is no chemistry between us," I snapped back, halting where I stood–no more dancing. "None. Zero. Zilch."
