"Who said I'm going back on my word?" There's no way Matthew Saxon would admit he's an Old Sly Devil.
He squinted his eyes, "Just that it's getting late now. We should head out, and we'll discuss these minor things when we return."
This damned woman, full of cunning.
She's already bitten two wounds into his arm, and it seems that wasn't enough. Is she planning to leave another bloody mark?
Initially, he thought she was a disobedient little wildcat. Now he knows, she's clearly a fierce little leopard.
"That's not happening." Scarlett Yates wouldn't let such a good opportunity slip away.
She grinned, looked at Matthew Saxon's hand tucked in the bag, and smiled sinisterly, "Young Master, you're always making excuses. You don't want to renege, do you? Just let me bite once — how much time could that waste? If Young Master is afraid of pain, just admit it openly. I won't force it."
