"You're confident, I'll give you that," she said, trying to regain some of her composure.
Her voice had taken on a sharper edge, but the flurry of emotions inside her was harder to control.
"But I'm not here to play your little games, Ross. So, let's just say we're both wasting each other's time."
Ross's eyes never left her, though his smile became more enigmatic, more knowing.
"Time?" he repeated softly, as if tasting the word on his tongue.
"Sasha, the only time being wasted here is yours. And we both know it."
His words lingered in the air, like an open challenge that hung between them, unspoken but impossible to ignore.
Sasha's heart skipped a beat. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins now.
This wasn't just about control or power—it was about something more primal, something that tugged at the edges of her mind and body.
She had to stop herself from reacting to his presence, from letting him win.
But it was hard. Damn hard.
