She was altogether too enticing for her own good, a dangerous bundle of self-assurance and mischief and boredom. She was a debutante, a familiar figure in society: he ought not toy with her ilk. He didn’t usually – not beyond a little light flirtation, just about toeing the line. But tonight she was unsupervised, and already high on adrenaline, and she was leaning in far too near to resist her. If this was supposed to be a challenge, he hoped she meant it, and didn’t disappoint him now.
“On the contrary,” Yassine said, taking on a low tone as if he were airing disapproval and not fighting a smirk with all he had, “I think we should get you back to bed immediately.” (Whose bed was still in question, but Yassine would be happy to do his gentlemanly duty and escort her out of here himself.)
“On the contrary,” Yassine said, taking on a low tone as if he were airing disapproval and not fighting a smirk with all he had, “I think we should get you back to bed immediately.” (Whose bed was still in question, but Yassine would be happy to do his gentlemanly duty and escort her out of here himself.)
