“What if I don’t want to?” Selene smirked.
She sat cross-legged, her hazel eyes locked onto Jack Knight. A storm of emotions swirled within her—admiration, passion, and a dangerous kind of infatuation.
The fact that Jack was a married man only seemed to fan the flames of her desire.
“It seems like you didn’t come to make peace,” Jack said evenly, his expression unreadable. “But to play with fire.”
“Playing with fire?”
Selene chuckled, her voice a mix of amusement and seduction.
“I like being burned by you. Do you want to burn me, Jack?”
Jack leaned back in his chair, his jaw tightening. There was something unsettling about Selene’s calm confidence, her audacious attitude that bordered on recklessness.
“What do you really want?” he asked, his tone sharp and precise.
“You.”
Selene
