Nora Harrow bit her lip, giggling, but her palm was all sweaty with cold sweat: "Actually, Nolan Ford is really nice, it's just..."
"It's just what?" Tessa Caldwell asked gently, playing the role of the understanding and cute little sister.
Nora stammered, "It's just... but... I feel like Nolan... she will definitely refuse."
"Let me tell you a secret," Tessa said mysteriously, "Long hair, short skirts, champagne, a intoxicating gaze, and most importantly, a sexy woman, no man can refuse that, unless he's not interested in women; otherwise, there's not a man who wouldn't be moved. If you strike all sorts of **** poses in front of him and he doesn't react at all, it proves two things: He's either not capable or he likes men."
Nora gritted her teeth, "But Tessa, I'm pregnant right now. You're trying to push me onto someone else using ****, don't you think that's a bit low?"
