Rebecca hadn't expected Xavier to make such a request. Any gentleman, upon seeing a woman in danger, should offer assistance. Only someone utterly devoid of manners, like Xavier, would bring it up repeatedly and explicitly demand a reward. Regardless, Rebecca owed him a favor.
Standing on the steps, she turned, her brown curls falling slightly around her ears. Though a little disheveled, they didn't detract from her beauty. A smile she deemed alluring graced her lips, her azure eyes shimmering like a starry sea. "How do you want me to thank you, Xavier?" she asked.
Xavier seemed oblivious to her deliberate display of charm. His gaze remained hard as iron, unmoved. "Would you agree to anything I ask?"
Rebecca's smile faltered. Give him an inch, and he'd take a mile! Her smile vanished,
