Chapter 3

James lowered his gaze, a playful glint flickering in his eyes as he looked at me.

He said, "So? Are you feeling moved? Planning to offer yourself to me now?"

I snapped out of it and shoved James away.

"Moved? Please, as if. Mind your own business," I shot back.

Even though I was acting tough, I had to admit that my frustration was fading fast.

Just then, a woman in a flowing white dress, looking all delicate and pitiful, walked over.

"James..." she called out.

Her sugary tone made my skin crawl.

That was Emily Warren, James's childhood friend,…