So he flopped onto the bed and drawled, deliberately teasing her. "That's not important. What's important is that Grandpa said today is an auspicious day... We should listen to our elders..."
"Don't listen to Grandpa's nonsense." Startled, she sat up, ran her hands through her hair, and gave a strained laugh. "I think... things between a man and a woman should happen naturally, not be forced. Mr. Quinn, right now, it's not the right time for us to take the next step. You see, I don't know you, and you don't know me. We can't rush things... Hey, what are you doing—"
The man suddenly reached out and pulled her toward him.
She tumbled right on top of him, her hands landing on his body—his chest was solid, and he was radiating heat. When she looked up, she saw this wolf of a man staring down at her, his gaze predatory. The light made his eyes glint menacingly.
'It's over. The lamb has walked into the tiger's den.'
'Can I get out of this unscathed?'
