"Are you really that desperate? Your face is so red," Ethan Blackwood teased, lifting Lily Anderson's chin. His intense, devilish gaze locked onto hers, and his thin lips hovered just half an inch from her own.
"My face is red because I'm sitting in front of a pervert, and I'm so angry that all the blood has rushed to my head," Lily shot back, glaring at him with wide eyes.
Ethan turned his head toward the two massage therapists as if he understood. "Lily Anderson says you're perverts—why haven't you left yet?!"
"Yes, sir."
The two therapists didn't dare argue and quickly left the room.
"I was talking about you…" Lily muttered, exasperated.
"The pervert wants to make your face even redder," Ethan said with a wicked grin before capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
This infuriating man…