Emilia's POV
I could maintain my elegance in front of anyone except this bastard.
"You." I pointed at him. "Get out of the pool. Now. I'll count to three."
He didn't even bother looking at me. "What are you going to do? Jump in and molest me?"
I snorted. "Molest you? Please. Look at those guys behind me. Every single one of them has better muscles, better tans, and better charm than you. Even the waiter over there is more of a man than you, gigolo."
If Sebastian was difficult, I was no pushover either. When we fought, we both bled.
He raised an eyebrow, his green eyes glittering under the pool lights. "A man's charm shows in bed. Want me to call them over so you can taste the real thing?"
"Who do you think you're talking to? An impotent man like you has the nerve to
