Putting two and two together, Lianne looked up and asked, "Is this a kissing fee?"
Seth Sinclair lowered his gaze to her, his high-bridged nose almost brushing the tip of hers. His thin lips curled slightly. "What do you think?"
"Prostitution is illegal," Lianne said seriously.
Flecks of light fell across Seth Sinclair's brow. His thin, sharp lips were tinged with a soft color, making them particularly eye-catching.
He tilted his head slightly, his breath warm on her neck. "If you want me, just say so. It's not like I wouldn't let you have me for free."
Lianne heard the man's laugh by her ear—light and ticklish, carrying an innate ease and fearlessness that sent a faint shiver across her skin.
'Who would dare sleep with the high-and-mighty young master, let alone for free?'
'But compared to marriage, a free one-night stand was much more reassuring to Lianne.'
"I don't want it." Lianne propped her hands on the desk, avoiding his breath. "Nothing free is ever good."
