Seth Sinclair said in a deep voice, "Tell me the difference."
"If you have feelings for me, then I'm sorry. I don't feel the same way. The person I love is your brother, Ethan Sinclair."
A sudden pain shot through Lianne Lianne's finger, but she paid it no mind and continued, "If you just want to sleep with me, plenty of people would be lining up to satisfy your physical needs. Stop toying with me."
Her life was a mess right now, and she had to sort things out one by one. She didn't have the time or energy to play Seth Sinclair's games.
He was too unpredictable. She was no match for him.
At least, when it came to the games men and women play, she was no match for him.
Seth Sinclair fell silent for three seconds. When he spoke, his cool, detached voice still carried its usual languor. "So, which do you think it is? Do I have feelings for you, or do I just want to sleep with you?"
Lianne's gaze lost focus as she stared at the couple on the TV. "Neither," she said frankly.
