Mason Cook watched her approach, a strange unease stirring within him. He had expected Madeline to do something—yet she merely stopped just inches from his face.
She said nothing, just stared at him, unblinking.
Footsteps approached from outside. Mason Cook frowned, stepping back. "You can't seduce me. I've never been interested in you."
Madeline withdrew as well, meeting his gaze with a faint curl of her lips. "I told you you were dreaming—and I wasn't wrong. Do you know what I was just doing?"
Mason Cook sensed the coming words would be bitter, yet still asked, "What?"
"I was checking if the words ‘shameless' were written on your face. Otherwise, how could you act so repulsively today?"
A cold laugh escaped her. "Mason Cook, understand this: liking you three years ago doesn't mean
