In the open-air parking lot, the afterglow of the setting sun cast a pale golden light. Noisy voices drifted over from not far away. Her chin was forcibly lifted by a big rough hand, his fingers clamping her jaw so hard it hurt.
The man's dark, deep gaze locked tightly onto her face, like a huge net thrown over her head, leaving her nowhere to hide.
"You… what are you doing?" She suddenly felt a little nervous, her hands subconsciously rubbing against the car door behind her.
The man let out a low chuckle, lowered his head to her ear, his hot breath spraying over the shell of it, making her heart itch.
"I want you." Just two simple words, yet loaded with endless teasing and ambiguity.
Her heart gave a sudden shudder.
Then she lowered her lashes, brushed his hand away, and said flatly, "I'm not that kind of casual woman."
