Lianne blinked and said slowly, "You should go get a check-up first."
"Why?" Seth Sinclair lowered his gaze, his eyes on her face holding an unreadable expression. "Afraid I have some disease?"
Lianne said, "Who knows what you did for the month you were gone, or if you caught something."
Seth Sinclair was so angry he laughed. His large hand caressed her fragile, slender neck as he narrowed his eyes. "Tired of living, Lia?"
Lianne wasn't afraid of him. "Then go ahead and strangle me."
Instead of getting angry, Seth Sinclair laughed, his voice calm and composed. "I'm not going to strangle you. I just want to fuck you to death."
Lianne's heart skipped a beat, and a blush instantly spread from her face to the tips of her ears.
'Who says something like that so nonchalantly?'
Mr. Sinclair had reverted to his usual devil-may-care attitude. Lust colored his Jasper Drake brows and eyes, exuding a natural sexiness.
