Melody Monroe was speechless.
'Since when was I the one making a move?'
'As if he's the one being put on the spot! How could Evan Fairchild be so shameless? It was a real eye-opener!'
'She thought that when he'd told her to leave immediately last time, it meant he agreed with her. That they wouldn't have anything to do with each other anymore!'
'And now he'd suddenly shown up in front of her, talking about some seven-day agreement and making it sound as if she was the one who couldn't wait.'
'In reality, all she wanted was to draw a clear line between them!'
"Don't tell me you didn't mean that, President Fairchild?" Melody Monroe retorted.
"Did I? Miss Monroe, have you been letting your imagination run wild? Miss Monroe, with the way you're acting, am I to understand that you're having… certain fantasies about me?"
"Of course not!" Melody Monroe shot back. "Who would have those kinds of fantasies about you!"
