Scarlett shot him a sharp look and withdrew her foot, speaking in a flat, authoritative tone.
"Go back to your room and rest early. Don't stay up late. I'm going for a morning run tomorrow. Are you coming?"
But Andrew had already grown too aroused to stop now. Instead of listening, he gently caught her leg again, his fingers sliding slowly up her calf.
"Scar… let me massage you more," he said softly, voice thick with desire.
Scarlett narrowed her eyes. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing… just massaging," Andrew replied innocently, even as his hands continued moving upward along her smooth leg.
Before she could protest further, he gently turned her over onto her back on the sofa.
"You're becoming daring again," Scarlett said, her tone carrying both warning and a hint of amusement.
