Adrian Desmond's gaze lingered licentiously on Sienna Johnson's exquisite figure, pausing at her D-cup bust. He said, "I slept with you that day without your consent. Should I apologize, or should I confess?"
Sienna Johnson glared fiercely at the man. If not for the conversation they needed to have, she really would have thrown the lunchbox in her hand at him.
"Still angry?"
"..."
"Then I'll apologize first, and confess later," he decided.
Sienna knew he hadn't eaten for three days, so she placed the thermal lunchbox she had brought on the table. "I brought you something to eat," she said, cutting off his reckless words.
"Did you make it yourself?"
Sienna frowned. Why do men always ask this question?
"No! The servants at home made it. But rest assured, our cook is very good. You'll like the food."
