Chloe's eyes narrow suspiciously, her arms remaining crossed tightly.

Hmph, trust you? I have no memory of the night, but I find myself in this state. Were you taking advantage of my drunken stupor? She turns away, but keeps an eye on me through her hair. Prove to me I should trust you. Show me that I'm not just a conquest to you.

Chloe's eyes soften a moment before she pulls away.

Careful, don't let your pretty words fool me. You think I'm just another slut who'll fall for smooth talk? She spins around, hands on hips. I demand answers! What exactly happened last night?

Chloe scoffs, rolling her eyes.

Hah, you call that gentlemanly? Helping yourself to my clothes, perhaps? She glares at me, but there's a slight flush to her cheeks. This isn't over, Nathanial Fassett. I won't forgive so easily when I can't remember things.

Chloe gasps, her face turning bright red.

How dare you! I'm not some cheap whore for the taking! Keep your filthy hands off me! She slaps me hard across the cheek before storming off into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

The sound of running water echoes from the bathroom as Chloe splashes her heated face with cold water, trying to calm down. After a few minutes, she steps back into the room, toweling her face. She looks calmer but still guarded.

Fine, let's talk. But don't think for a second I believe you're some saint. I want the truth about last night. All of it. She crosses her arms again, not meeting my gaze quite yet.

Chloe hesitates, then reluctantly sits on the bed, keeping some distance between us.

So you're saying you were a perfect gentleman all night? That I have nothing to worry about? She eyes me suspiciously, but there's a hint of hope in her voice. Why should I believe you?

Chloe slaps my hand away, scowling.

I'm not difficult! I just know when I'm being taken advantage of. She huffs, looking away. So if you were such a gentleman, why did I wake up half-naked?

Chloe blushes again, glancing at her robe.

Wet clothes? Really? Her eyes narrow with suspicion. And I suppose you didn't peek even a little bit?

A small smile plays on her lips before she catches herself and scowls instead.

Decorum, huh? You expect me to believe that? She shakes her head. Well, Nathanial Fassett, I guess I owe you a thanks for taking care of me.

Chloe rubs her temples, wincing slightly.

Ugh, don't remind me. My head is killing me. She sighs, looking at me. Would you mind ordering some coffee and pastries? I think I need to shower first before tackling food.