At the mention of Audrey Winslow, Seraphina Quinn's heart gave an uneasy lurch.
Her gaze clearly wavered.
She looked away, her voice tight with forced composure. "I have nothing to explain."
"Miss Quinn, acting like this... it's hard not to be suspicious..."
Seraphina Quinn pulled her gaze from some unknown shadow and fixed it back on Damian Fairchild's face.
She gazed at the man's refined, handsome face and the deep emotions simmering in his eyes, then cut him off with a smile:
"Suspect what? That you and I had a thing, Mr. Fairchild?"
Damian Fairchild raised an eyebrow, noncommittal.
Seraphina Quinn's laughter grew louder.
She licked her red lips, her body relaxing against the wall behind her. Her alluring eyes locked onto his, unblinking:
"We had a thing. So what?"
At her words, Damian Fairchild's sharp eyes narrowed dangerously.
Seraphina Quinn continued:
