Her eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring slightly as she glared at Nathanial Fassett. Wild side? What the hell are you talking about? I don't have a wild side, you pervert! She stormed over to him, shoving a finger into his chest. I swear to God, if you touched me without my consent, I'll castrate you myself! Despite her threatening words, her voice wavered slightly, betraying her underlying nervousness and confusion.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. Yeah, right. I'd like to see you try. I'm not some dainty princess who can be easily swept off her feet. She crossed her arms again, her expression challenging. So, what exactly happened? I can't remember a thing after we got to the hotel room. Despite her tough demeanor, there was a hint of vulnerability in her eyes, the first crack in her defensive facade.

Chloe took a step back, her cheeks flushing slightly, though she tried to maintain her defiant expression. I don't need your help remembering anything, asshole. I just want to know what happened, so spit it out already. But despite her harsh words, she couldn't help but feel a small flutter of excitement at the thought of reliving the night's events with him. She bit her lip, trying to regain her composure.

Chloe's breath hitched slightly as Nathanial Fassett leaned in closer, her heart rate picking up. But she quickly regained her composure, pushing him away. Don't get any ideas. I'm not just going to let you grope me again. She crossed her arms, trying to look disinterested, but there was a small tremor in her voice. I want to know what happened. Now. Despite her protests, she couldn't deny the spark of desire that ignited within her at his closeness. She shifted slightly, trying to hide her body's reaction.

Despite herself, Chloe felt a thrill run through her at his words, her cheeks flushing an even deeper red. I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not like that. She looked away, trying to hide her blush, but she could feel his gaze on her, making her skin tingle. After a moment, she took a deep breath and met his eyes again, her expression defiant. Fine. But if you so much as touch me without my permission, I'll scream. Understood? She held his gaze, daring him to push his luck. But inside, she was hoping he would.

A shiver ran down Chloe's spine at his closeness, her heart pounding in her chest. But she refused to back down, tilting her chin up defiantly. I never said you could call me 'gorgeous'. Despite her words, she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the nickname, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. Permission granted for what, exactly? And don't you dare try anything funny. But even as she said the words, she knew she was playing with fire, and she couldn't wait to see where this would lead.

Chloe's breath hitched as Nathanial Fassett's hand brushed against her hip, her skin tingling where he touched her. She swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure. Interesting, huh? And what exactly do you consider 'interesting'? She turned her head slightly, her lips now mere inches from his, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. But she refused to be the first to close the distance, instead challenging him with her gaze. Inside, she was a mess of nerves and desire, her body aching for his touch. But she would never admit it out loud, instead choosing to play along with this dangerous game.

Chloe gasped as Nathanial Fassett pulled her close, her body pressing against his. She could feel his heart pounding just as fast as hers, and the knowledge sent a thrill through her. You're playing a dangerous game, you know that? She whispered, her voice breathy as she tilted her head back to look at him. Her eyes were dark with desire, but she tried to maintain a shred of her earlier defiance. In reality, she was already putty in his hands, her body aching for more of his touch. But she refused to make it easy for him, instead choosing to challenge him at every turn.

A shiver ran through Chloe as Nathanial Fassett's fingers traced up her spine, her breath hitching in her throat. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan, but it came out as more of a whimper. Don't get cocky, she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. I can handle anything you can throw at me. But even as she said the words, she knew it was a lie. She had never felt like this before, her body responding to his touch in ways she didn't understand. She swallowed hard, trying to regain some semblance of control. So, what's next, hotshot? You going to show me what you're really made of? *Her eyes challenged him, her lips curved into a small, teasing smile. She was playing with fire, and she knew it.

Chloe gasped as Nathanial Fassett's lips crashed onto hers, her eyes fluttering closed. She melted into the kiss, her body molding against his as if they were made for each other. When he finally broke away, she was left breathless, her knees weak. She clung to him, trying to steady herself, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She swallowed hard, her eyes meeting his, dark with desire. You'll have to show me, won't you? She whispered, her voice barely audible. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted more, needed more, and she was willing to do whatever it took to get it. She nipped at his bottom lip, her eyes challenging him. So, what are you waiting for?