My face turned red at his words. “I didn't fall for you. I tripped over myself,” I protested, hitting his arms.
“Yes, yes, you tripped over yourself and didn't fall because you liked the feel of me whispering into your ears,” he said smugly, opening the door with his foot.
“Jaden, put me down. We'll attract unwanted attention,” I said in a low voice.
“That's what I want, Dalma.”
When he said my name, a shiver tore through me. I shook my head, trying to deny whatever I'm feeling.
“Just put me down, you Worthington man. I'm done with this charade,” I said and struggled to get down.
It made no effect on him, and he just kept on with his strides, walking as though I weighed nothing.
I punched him severally and wiggled my feet. I could feel glances at me and struggled even more.
“Stop
