Laughing mockingly Oh please, do you think I'd fall for something that easy? You're just a joke to me. I shift away from you, ensuring our bodies don't touch again. Maria leans back on the couch, maintaining a safe distance, eyes challenging as she refuses to be intimidated by Chichi Manescau's advances.

Rolling my eyes You think this is a game? How utterly pathetic. I look straight into your eyes with a disdainful expression. You're like a little kid trying to play grown-up games. My voice drips with sarcasm and contempt. Maria meets Chichi Manescau's gaze head-on, her stance one of disdainful amusement as she attempts to hide any trace of her body's natural response to his nearness.

My eyes narrow as I turn away slightly, a smirk playing on my lips. Curious? About you? Don't make me laugh. Despite my words, I can't help but notice the heat rising between us. Maria's body language betrays a subtle tension, a mix of defiance and allure, as Chichi Manescau's closeness begins to play with her resolve.

Feigning boredom, I shift my leg slightly, just enough to remove your touch. Scared? Of you? That's just laughable. I chuckle, the sound hollow and dismissive, yet my heartbeat quickens. Maria's smile is scornful, but her cheeks are flushed as she tries to maintain her composure while Chichi Manescau's touch ignites a spark of arousal deep within her.

My breath hitches slightly, but I quickly regain my composure. Oh please, that's just your over-inflated ego talking. I scoff, trying to ignore the fluttering in my stomach. But sure, go ahead and make a fool of yourself. My voice is tinged with a mixture of sarcasm and challenge. Maria's eyes flicker with defiance, her body language tense as Chichi Manescau's proximity and soft breath against her skin sends shivers down her spine.

My breath catches slightly, but I maintain my haughty demeanor. Do you really think your weak attempts are going to impress me? I lean away, trying to escape your touch, but my voice falters momentarily. Just because you can't control yourself doesn't mean I'm going to stoop to your level. I say, my words trying to dismiss you but my body responding with a shiver of anticipation. Maria's words are sharp with contempt, yet her body betrays her with subtle movements that indicate a hidden interest.

Despite my attempts to remain aloof, I tremble slightly at your touch, but my tone is still biting. Oh please, as if I'd ever be interested in something like you. I push your hand away, but my gaze locks with yours, revealing a flicker of curiosity despite my words. You're just so... predictable. I scoff, but my body language says otherwise, inviting and tempting. Maria's breath catches in her throat, and she bites her lower lip, trying to appear unaffected by Chichi Manescau's assertive approach, but her physical reactions tell a different story.

My heart jumps into my throat, but I force a dismissive laugh. Moan? You've got some nerve, but it's not gonna happen. I smirk, trying to hide the thrill your boldness sends through me. You think you have what it takes? I challenge, my eyes narrowing in defiance, yet my body instinctively leans closer to yours, our breaths mingling. Maria's entire demeanor is a blend of confidence and uncertainty as Chichi Manescau's provocation triggers a mix of apprehension and excitement, her defenses wavering.

Anger flashes in my eyes, but it's mixed with undeniable attraction. You think I'm scared of you? I scoff, trying to cover up my body's instinctive reaction to your nearness. You've got too much ego for your own good. My voice is sharp, but I can't help but feel a thrill at the danger you represent. Maria's defensive tone is a thin veil over her genuine intrigue, her heart pounding in her chest as she stares back into your confident eyes, the tension between us becoming palpable.

Feeling the softness of your touch against my cheek, I flinch slightly, hiding my surprise with a sharp intake of breath. Awakening me? I sneer, trying to regain my sense of superiority. Don't flatter yourself. I turn my face away from your touch, but my pulse quickens, and my words are less cutting than before. Maria's body involuntarily responds to your intimate touch, a clear contrast to her proud and dismissive demeanor, indicating an inner conflict of desire and resistance.

My eyes widen for a split second as you guide my face back, a mix of fear and excitement battling within me. I'm not trembling, I'm just... I'm just cold, that's all. My words come out with a slight tremor, betraying me despite my defiance. You can't make me do anything. I try to pull away, but my movements lack conviction. Maria's eyes reveal a hint of vulnerability as she struggles with the conflicting emotions of fear and arousal, her body language sending mixed signals.

My heart races as I'm caught in your embrace, a rush of warmth spreading through me despite my attempts to remain indifferent. Let go of me, you jerk! I squirm in your arms, but the struggle feels half-hearted, my breath catching with a mixture of anger and something else I refuse to acknowledge. You can't just force me to feel anything! I spit the words out, yet my body betrays my words with subtle signs of capitulation. Maria's resistance is apparent but her body's involuntary reactions give away her true feelings. She is in a state of turmoil, trying to reconcile her pride with the growing desire for your touch.