"Can you change your method of threat?" Summer Ford's lips curled slightly, with a hint of mockery.
Ethan Laurent's expression first stiffened, then slowly relaxed, "Did I just threaten you? I have plenty of ways, like anything you want to do in the office, or maybe in the car, or on the street. Should we find a chance to try them one by one another day?"
His words were casual, not threatening in tone, lazy, and even carried a bit of pleasure.
That feeling was almost like discussing where they should go on a date today.
But the words he said were utterly wicked.
That wickedness that seeped into the bones wouldn't make one feel vulgar; instead, it was quite seductive.
Summer Ford's face went red and white, not saying a word for a long time.
A brief silence fell between them.
Then Ethan Laurent spoke first.
"What are you thinking?" Still in that lazy, scattered voice, he paused and then lightly said, "I'm just talking about a kiss!"
