She believed she didn't have that much influence over Matthew Saxon, thinking she couldn't just say a few words and have him do things for her.
"How could it be useless?" Matthew chuckled softly in her ear, cleared his throat, and then said seriously, "Scarlett, useful or not, practice brings true knowledge. You can give it a try. Who knows, maybe I'll be so enamored by your charm that I'll agree to anything you say."
Watching her face turn even redder, Matthew's gaze darkened, his voice grew huskier: "Scarlett, making me agree is actually quite easy. I'll teach you a trick, all you have to do is..."
His voice grew lower, yet the warmth of his breath increased...
By the time he uttered his last word, Scarlett Yates felt as if she were scalded by fire, suddenly pulling away from him, her face flushed crimson as she glared at him in embarrassment and anger, "Matthew Saxon, can you be serious for a moment."
"Serious?"
