Nathan Moore clenched his teeth, with bite marks visible on both sides of his handsome face.
"Woman, you're playing with fire!"
Titus Zane took another drag of his cigarette, once again a mist of smoke slowly headed towards Nathan Moore's handsome face, his eyes hazy, his full lips slightly curved, and as he gently parted them, he languidly spoke a few words.
"If that's what you think, suit yourself."
Nathan Moore's handsome brows lifted slightly, and the corners of his mouth twisted into a wicked smile as his eyes wandered, he asked languidly.
"Should I take that as you're hinting something to me?"
Titus Zane picked up his glass and brought it to his lips, took a light sip, and raised an eyebrow, "Hinting what to you?"
