‘How else would you explain your fascination with me?’ Logan folded his arms and sneered. ‘Your insistence on seeing me less than twenty-four hours after our last meeting is proof enough.’
Alessia feigned innocence, her voice laced with amusement. ‘Me? Fixated on you? Don’t flatter yourself, Mr Wilde. Your mercurial temper isn’t exactly a turn-on.’
Logan’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in closer. ‘Is that so? Because from where I’m standing, your fixation on me speaks volumes.’
Alessia’s cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and defiance. ‘You wish. Don’t get ahead of yourself.’
They stared at each other.
They thought they were arguing, but to Terence, it sounded so much like flirting, he was half afraid they’d tear off each other’s clothes right there on t
