"But I don't have the habit of kissing strange women." Nicholas Croft spoke directly, while Sophie Foster smiled mischievously, flicking her dreadlocks with a self-satisfied air. "Handsome sir, I'm a beauty, so even if we did kiss just now, you wouldn't lose out."
"Is that so?" Nicholas Croft exaggeratedly frowned, one handsome eyebrow lifting while the other pressed down. He lifted his dark eyes to glance at Sophie Foster, casually giving her a once-over, then dissatisfied, he curled his lips, "Doesn't look like it."
Sophie Foster...
Paused her smoking gesture, and once she realized Nicholas Croft was implying she wasn't beautiful enough, she immediately puffed out her chest, pointing both hands towards her breasts, "Handsome sir, is there something wrong with your eyesight? If a woman like me, with looks and curves, isn't considered a beauty, then all the women in the world must be ugly."
