Summer Ford was well aware of this; she was just trying to be provocative.
She didn't continue to dwell on this issue with him. Her wrist jerked slightly in his hand, and she struggled again under him.
"Ethan Laurent, what do you think you're doing by holding me like this? If you're brave enough, let go of me!"
Her words were thick with provocation.
Unexpectedly, Ethan was very agreeable this time; he actually released her hand.
His gaze swept over her face lightly, with a wicked curve on his lips, and then he said something that left Summer Ford dumbfounded.
"Let go so you can come after me?" His body hovered above hers; his tone was particularly slow as he spoke.
His manner was flirtatious.
Summer Ford stared at him, her expression a little embarrassed.
Ethan's arm encircled her waist, and with a swift movement, their positions swapped, placing Summer Ford on top of him.
"Now, here's your chance!" Lazily lying on the bed, he wore an expression of disdain.
