Chris closed the door behind him and leaned against it.
There was a light burning, making the bedroom intimate.
Evianne, clad in a red dress, was reclining on the bed, oozing allure.
Chris' heart gave a lurch and with that he heard a slightly sardonic female voice slowly say, "What are you looking at, Chris?"
Evianne slid her hand along her dress. The fabric was soft and pleasing to the touch.
"Are you looking at this dress or…?" Evianne paused momentarily, her smile becoming more seductive. "Or its wearer?"
Chris lowered his eyes and his thin lips curled in a sneer. "Stop flattering yourself."
"Tsk," Evianne snorted, sitting up and combing her hair with her hand. "You're so unromantic."
She pointed at the door and said coldly, "Get out."
But Chris did not do as she said. Instead,
