Seth Sinclair let go of her wrist, his strong arm wrapping around her waist. "Jasmine Sawyer is my friend's fiancée," he said in a low voice. "My aunt knows that friend's parents, and by extension, she dotes on Jasmine like a daughter. She just asked me to give her a ride to the teahouse."
It was rare for him to offer so much useful information at once.
Lianne's eyelashes trembled as she listened.
Seth Sinclair spoke again. "They didn't give me anything to eat. I've been starving all day. Won't you take pity on me and get some dinner?"
Who would dare let Mr. Sinclair go hungry?
Even though she knew he was putting on an act, Lianne still asked, "You have hands and feet. Can't you eat by yourself?"
A smirk played on Seth Sinclair's lips, his voice low, lazy, and alluring. "Of course, food only tastes good when I'm eating it with you."
Lianne leaned back, looking up at him suspiciously. "That 'friend' you mentioned… it isn't you, is it?"
