Roy Saxon likes her mother, Naomi Dougla, or is Naomi suffering from depression because of her mother? These are things she absolutely doesn't want to know.
The entanglements within wealthy families are too complicated; she doesn't want to be dragged into them at all.
But he insists on not letting her go.
She really detests him.
Even if he saved her tonight, it couldn't change her impression of him.
"Ninth floor!" She bit her lip, responding reluctantly, as if unless she absolutely had to answer, she wouldn't even want to speak to him.
Maxwell Saxon freed a hand to press the floor number.
The elevator steadily ascended.
In the cramped space, with each breath, his presence grew more intense.
Scarlett Yates couldn't figure out what his scent was like; it was subtle and fleeting, passing by her nose before quickly dissipating.
She placed a hand on his chest, trying to keep some distance between them.
