"I had fun. Let me know when you're free next. I have all the time in the world for you, Karen," Ross said smoothly as the dinner concluded.
He was already turning away, his broad shoulders moving with a relaxed confidence that made her pulse skip.
He didn't linger, didn't offer to see her home, didn't attempt any of the sly tactics she had anticipated.
He simply moved with that effortless ease that made him seem untouchable.
"Wait!" Karen called, the sharpness of her voice betraying the nervous flutter in her chest.
She could hardly believe the audacity of this man.
She had imagined underhanded tricks, subtle attempts to lure her to one of the private rooms, some carefully calculated scheme to prolong the night.
Instead, he acted as if nothing mattered, as if her reaction held no weight at all.
Her cheeks burned, the warmth from the wine she had sipped during dinner heightening her awareness of herself.
