Upstairs, Clara Grant followed Seth Quinn into the bedroom. Closing the door cut them off from the world downstairs, so naturally, she was oblivious to the servants' chatter.
The bedroom was spacious, and the bed was massive—big enough, she figured, for her to roll over several times just to get from one side to the other.
Seeing her staring at the bed, Seth Quinn moved closer, a smile playing on his lips as he murmured, "So? Are you satisfied with the bed?"
"Mhm, very satisfied. I could roll all over it," Clara Grant replied without thinking.
Seth Quinn's lips brushed against her ear. "It's more than big enough for just you. The two of us could roll around on it together."
Clara Grant immediately took two steps back, shooting him an indignant glare. "Pervert! Who wants to roll around with you?"
With his hands in his pockets, Seth Quinn regarded her with a leisurely air and chuckled. "Who's the pervert? I never said I'd be on top of you while we rolled."
"You..."
