Adrian Shaw's features were strikingly attractive, sharp and intense; when he wasn't smiling, he looked cold and arrogant. His eyes were an intense black, and right now they shimmered with a hint of desire, a coldness mixed with sensual danger.
"If you still won't admit it, then we'll keep going until you do."
Serena Stanton looked at him, staying silent, only feeling the little scar behind her ear heat up under his touch.
Their eyes met.
Adrian's fingers hooked her hem, lazily twisting the fabric and pulling it up, exposing her porcelain-white stomach, marked with ambiguous traces.
Serena quickly grabbed his hand to stop him: "Why are you pulling at my clothes?"
"Aren't you refusing to acknowledge it as long as you're dressed?" Adrian's tone was careless. "So take them off. You can put them back on when you admit it."
