"Why the hell are you trying to seduce me, then?"
Serena's voice was sharp, accusing, but beneath it lay something else—a hint of confusion and wariness.
Aiden straightened at that, his face now inches from hers. His grip on her tightened just as she tried to slip off his lap, preventing her escape. His hold wasn't forceful, but enough to hold her still.
"You think I'm married and trying to seduce you?" His voice was quieter now, softer in a way that sent an unexpected shiver down her spine.
Serena frowned. Why did he look so… odd? His expression wasn't one of amusement or arrogance, as she would have expected. No, there was something else there—something almost vulnerable, as if her rejection or her claim had somehow wounded him.
