"I didn't dress for you," Athena bit back, her tone clipped, sharp as glass. "I don't dress for anyone."
"Then that makes it even better." He leaned slightly toward her, his grin wolfish and prying. "Because if this is you not trying, I can't wait to see you when you do."
Heat flared on her cheeks and Athena quickly turned her face back to the window, watching the passing blur of streetlights. She hated herself for that blush… for giving him even the smallest victory.
Her fingers curled against her lap, nails digging lightly into her palm. No. I won't let him win. I'll endure this dinner, repay the debt and that's it.
Nothing more.
But Kraven's quiet chuckle beside her told her he could already smell her flustered nerves and he was savoring every second.
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