She got the first riddle right.
Dorian didn’t feel defeated—he had let her win the first round, just to boost her confidence. That was all. But damn, he couldn’t wait to see her undressed.
He was already beginning to regret starting this ridiculous game.
Slowly, deliberately, he pulled off his shirt, his eyes never leaving Clara’s face.
She blushed, clearly flustered, yet she couldn’t look away.
Trapped in her own dark little fantasies.
That amused Dorian far more than he expected.
She’d lost focus already.
Perfect.
Time for a distraction.
“There were two horses on the farm,” he began, listing off various animals—just to confuse her. “One rabbit…”
She wasn’t listening.
Still stuck on him—on his bare chest.
“How many legs are there on the farm?” he continued casually. “One… two
