A wave of anger surged through Ethan as he stared at the annoying minx. In all his thirty-four years, and numerous encounters with women of every kind, he had never met a woman who could get his temper burning as quickly as Erin.
Even more exasperating was how little control he had over his body when it came to her.
For f**k's sake, he'd been with women far lovelier and certainly better behaved, but none of them had eroded his self control or ignited his desire the way Erin did. He was supposed to despise her, bring about her complete and utter humiliation and yet, here he was, offering to give her a lift and having to watch her throw his offer back in his face.
Foolish woman.
A valet handed him his car keys, and Ethan took it without taking his eyes off her.
Even acting like a spoile
