Serena Stanton glanced again at the cetirizine allergy meds on the coffee table, resisted the itch and dryness, and turned to tell him:
"Thanks for your kindness, but there's no need."
Since boundaries were to be drawn, let them be clear—not ambiguous.
Adrian Shaw stared at her face, his eyes deep and dark, like a pool without ripples.
"If there's nothing else, I'll head out now."
Serena spoke politely, and immediately started to walk away.
But Adrian suddenly grabbed her wrist, tugging with force.
The abrupt strength made Serena stumble, her body out of control as she toppled toward him, landing right on his lap.
Adrian's tall frame didn't move an inch; he glanced down at the woman in his arms.
Back then, when he didn't want to make love with her just on the bed but liked to hold her close, he already knew she was slender to the bone.
Light, soft, and exuding an intoxicating, heated scent.
