John's cool, sharp features were buried in the curve of Grace's neck, his breath warm against her skin as he nuzzled her gently. The sensation made her shiver, her body tensing instinctively.
She knew what he was doing. This was another one of his tests. First, he'd used the orphanage to get her to agree to keep things as they were. Now, he was pushing further, step by step, inching closer to her limits.
The man was too clever—too calculating.
Grace pushed his hand away from her waist, her voice firm. "Don't forget what you promised me."
Her resistance made him back off, for now. "Fine," he said, his tone light but his eyes still sharp.
To break the tension, Grace walked into the living room.