"Oh, come on, Marcus. Save the charming playboy act for the girls who don't know any better. You're not fooling me or Anya."
Chloe was on a roll, her voice sharp with accusation. But as Marcus watched her; the way her eyes widened with false fury, the slight, indignant pout of her lips; he couldn't help but be struck by the effect. On her sculpted, flawless face, the angry expression came off as more playful than threatening.
'She's actually kind of adorable when she's fired up.'
The thought surprised him. This fiery, vibrant version of Chloe was incredibly charming, even in her annoyance. How had he never noticed that before? It was a strange realization, that being chewed out by her could feel… pleasant.
'Whatever. Not getting into it.' He knew he hadn't done anything wrong, so he decided to just let her rant run its course.
