"Afraid of me?" Nicholas Croft raised an eyebrow, a playful smile at the corner of his lips. Sophie Foster shook her head, laughing sheepishly, unwilling to admit, "How could that be? You're handsome and easygoing, why would I be afraid of you?"
"Then why are you sitting so far away?" Nicholas discovered that teasing a young kitten just out of its teens was more fun than playing cards. He felt a great mood seeing the kitten clearly on guard but stubbornly unwilling to admit it. With one arm resting on the back of the chair, he leisurely sipped his brandy, looking all relaxed and comfortable, unintentionally exuding an air of gentlemanly elegance.
Once upon a time, even if he did nothing, he would drive those women crazy. Unfortunately, that wasn't Sophie's focus.
She laughed and said, "You're... too handsome. Back in school, the teacher said beautiful things should be admired from a distance and not approached too casually!"
