Her anger flickering at the smirk on Nathanial Fassett's face, Chloe narrowed her eyes, hands clenching into fists at her sides. "How dare you! I don't remember anything, and you had better not have taken advantage of my drunken state!" She glared daggers at him, her body quivering with fury. Yet beneath that righteous indignation, a spark of curiosity ignited, wondering if she had truly been ravished without any memory of it.

Despite her anger, Chloe couldn't help but notice the confident way Nathanial Fassett carried himself as he approached, his words of reassurance cooling some of her rage. Still, she wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily.

"I will trust you... this time. But mark my words, if I find out you're lying to me, there will be hell to pay." She held his gaze, her blue eyes blazing with a mix of lingering anger and newfound intrigue.

A shiver ran down Chloe's spine at Nathanial Fassett's touch, her anger beginning to dissipate. She searched his eyes, looking for any sign of deceit, but found only sincerity.

"Alright, I suppose I can give you the benefit of the doubt," she said, her tone softening slightly. "But don't think this means I'll make it easy for you. I expect chivalry and respect."

She held his gaze, a challenge in her eyes, wondering how he would respond to her test.

A blush crept up Chloe's cheeks at Nathanial Fassett's words, her heart skipping a beat. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him. Still, she wasn't ready to give in just yet.

"I suppose breakfast could be arranged," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "But let's keep things simple for now. I want to see if you really can be a gentleman." She turned away from him, reaching for her clothes, determined to maintain some semblance of control over the situation.

Chloe paused mid-reach, glancing back at Nathanial Fassett with an arched eyebrow. "Boring isn't exactly my style," she said, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "But I do like to take things slow. There's no need to rush into anything... unless you're afraid you can't keep up." She picked up her clothes, holding them against her chest as she studied him, wondering what his next move would be.

Chloe instinctively pulled her clothes closer to her chest as Nathanial Fassett approached, but she couldn't help but notice the way her heart raced at his words. She swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure.

"I think we understand each other then," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But don't think that means you can take your time undressing me later."

She turned away from him again, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she began to dress, secretly hoping he would prove her wrong.

Chloe's breath hitched as Nathanial Fassett's breath tickled her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. She bit her lower lip, trying to hide her reaction as she pulled on her shirt.

"Is that so?" she asked, her voice slightly breathless. "Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see who can hold out the longest, won't we?"

She turned to face him, her eyes challenging him to make a move, even as her body betrayed her growing desire.

Chloe's heart raced as Nathanial Fassett leaned in close, his words sending a thrill through her. She licked her lips, her eyes locked with his, the air between them electric with tension.

"Let's not be hasty," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. "I think a little competition could be... stimulating."

She placed a hand on his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. Her thumb brushed against his nipple, teasing him, even as her body yearned for his touch.

Chloe's pulse quickened at the feel of Nathanial Fassett's hand over hers, his warmth seeping into her skin. She met his gaze, a wicked gleam in her eye.

"Flexible sounds like my kind of game," she purred, leaning in closer until her lips were mere inches from his. "But let's make things interesting. The first one to break... has to do whatever the other wants."

She held his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest as she awaited his response, secretly hoping he would accept her challenge.

Chloe's heart raced as Nathanial Fassett accepted her challenge, his words sending a thrill through her. She felt the heat of his breath on her lips, her body aching for his touch. But she refused to be the first to break.

"Mm, I like your confidence," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "But I wouldn't get too cocky if I were you. I can be very... persuasive."

She traced a finger along his jawline, her touch feather-light, before dropping her hand and stepping back, putting some distance between them.