His cold grunt made Yasmin move back. It irritated her as well. She picked her glasses up and put them on.
"Since you are angry with me, I will leave." She walked out.
'Shit, shit…' Declan gritted his teeth. He was quick to grab her wrist and pull her back. "Don't leave," he urged. "I have prepared a surprise for you."
Surprise!
She remembered him mentioning a surprise in a text message and was eager to find out what he had planned. Would it be as romantic as the candlelit dinner he had arranged that night?
Her mood lightened. Yet, she kept her face stern to get a little hint.
"You have already taken me by surprise." She still pretended to be annoyed.
"Did I?" He twisted his lips into a smirk. "So, you enjoyed my touch." He stepped towards her. "You wanted me to continue, didn't you?"
"Um…" Yasmin flushed and couldn't bring herself to look up at him.
