Lianne suggested sincerely, "You seemed to enjoy yourself last night, too. Why don't we just part amicably?"
'Her getting drunk and hooking up last night was excusable. As for Seth Sinclair, he definitely wasn't completely wasted. A man who's completely wasted can't get hard.'
'Most men are like that. They never turn down a beautiful woman who throws herself at them.'
'Seth Sinclair was such a notorious playboy; you probably couldn't count the number of people who'd been in his bed on both your hands and feet. She was just another one in a long line, and she wasn't even asking for anything. He had no reason to disagree.'
Lianne traced the bracelet on her wrist with her index finger, avoiding Seth Sinclair's gaze. Her eyes landed on his hand, which was resting casually on the table. It was slender, with well-defined bones, and the winding blue veins that stood out against his skin held a fierce kind of beauty.
