Only after speaking did she realize the words had tumbled out before she could stop them, and her pretty face instantly flushed red.
Seth Quinn, however, seemed to quite enjoy it. His face, which had been dark and sullen just a moment ago, now showed a hint of warmth. He gazed at her intently for a moment before a small smile played on his lips.
"So you do remember your place. Since you know I'm your husband and you're my wife, well, we can forget about you repaying me. It's my honor to be of service to my wife."
Clara Grant nearly spat out the mouthful of water she had just taken. How had she never realized that the cold, aloof Seth Quinn could be so slick?
She wanted to argue but found she had no grounds to stand on.
So, she just shot him a resentful glare and went back to ignoring him.
