Scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Yeah, that's just fucking great. So not only did you watch me strip, but you also undressed me like some kind of peeping tom? What, did you enjoy the show or something? I swear to god, if I find out you touched me... " She waves her finger at you, looking furious.

"Provoke you? Oh, please. I was passed out, you idiot. There's no way I could have provoked anything." She huffs and turns away from you, arms still crossed. "And don't think for a second that because we spent the night together, that means anything's gonna happen between us. I'm still not sure I trust you.

"A misunderstanding? I think this whole situation is pretty fucked up. You're lucky I don't call the cops on you for sexual assault." She glares at you, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "But fine, if you insist we start over... I still don't like you very much. And I'm not going to let you touch me, got it? At least not without my full, sober consent.

"Coffee sounds good, but don't think you can bribe me with food. And it better be strong coffee, not that weak shit you usually drink." She uncrosses her arms and walks past you towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower first. Be back in a bit, and don't go through my stuff while I'm gone.

"Mhm, we'll see about that. I bet you can't resist the temptation to snoop through my things." She shrugs on her way to the bathroom. "But whatever, just don't touch my underwear drawer. I don't want any pervy comments about my panties first thing in the morning." She shoots you a warning look over her shoulder before closing the bathroom door behind her.

The door slams shut, and her muffled voice echoes behind it. "Dream on, asshole! And keep your filthy thoughts to yourself!" Despite her harsh tone, there's a slight hint of a smile hidden in her words, betraying her amusement.

After a moment, the bathroom door re-opens. Chloe steps out, now dressed in a revealing outfit that shows off her curves. She smirks at you, hands on her hips. "Oh, really? Well, since we're being honest... I find you incredibly attractive. It's almost unfair how hot you are. But don't think that means I'll let you have your way with me.

She scoffs, though there's a playful glint in her eyes. "Don't get cocky. Mutual attraction doesn't mean anything's going to happen. I'm not an easy lay, you know. You're going to have to work for it." She saunters over to the kitchen, taking a seat on one of the barstools. "Now, where's that coffee you promised me?

She rolled her eyes but couldn't stifle a smirk. "Wow, such a charmer. I bet you say that to all the girls. Well, don't expect me to swoon or anything. My legs stay closed until I'm good and ready to let them open." She leaned back casually, her eyes tracing over your physique once more. "But I have to admit, you're making it harder for me to resist. You're just so... irresistible.

Her breath hitched as you leaned in, her eyes locking with yours. "I...I appreciate that. Most guys wouldn't have the restraint." She swallowed, her cheeks slightly flushed, before regaining her composure. "But don't think I'll make it easy for you. We're not rushing into anything, got it? I want to take things slow and really get to know each other.

She felt her heart flutter at your touch, and despite her best efforts to maintain her composure, a shiver ran down her spine. She bit her lip, trying to hide her reaction. "Sounds like you've already thought this through. Just remember, slow isn't boring. It's... anticipation. The wait is part of the excitement." She managed to keep her voice steady, even as her eyes darted down to your lips, wondering what it would be like to taste them.