"So, let's not waste each other's time. You go play with the women you want to play with, spread your seed, and I'll go sleep with who I want to sleep with to make my money."
Fortunately, this was an entertainment complex—a place specifically for amusement—so it wasn't unusual to see a man and a woman acting a bit intimately.
Watching her expression shift in an instant, her control seamless, Seth Quinn, for once, wasn't annoyed. Instead, he smiled faintly. "But the woman I want to play with right now is you. What am I to do?"
As he spoke, he took a step forward, intending to wrap his arm around her waist.
Clara Grant sidestepped, dodging his hand. 'Looks like that bite this afternoon wasn't hard enough,' she thought. 'It didn't leave a deep enough impression!'
"Hah, plenty of people want a piece of me. You'll have to get in line, baby daddy!"
Hearing those two words, "baby daddy," Seth Quinn's brow furrowed. He was about to say something when a sudden voice interrupted him.
