Seraphina Quinn leaned lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed. A faint smile touched her alluring eyes, and her voice was warm and gentle.
"What? Is weaving a bamboo grasshopper against the law? Or did I cross some line with you, Fairchild?"
Damian Fairchild chuckled, observing her fearless, almost brazenly confident demeanor.
"Are you baiting me?"
Seraphina Quinn straightened up and took a step closer to him.
She tilted her head up, her smiling eyes meeting his. "Fairchild, I just wove a little trinket to make Master Fairchild happy. How did you turn that into me trying to bait you?"
She paused, then added pointedly, "If I really wanted to hook you, Fairchild, you'd probably be wrapped around my little finger by now."
Damian Fairchild asked, "Then why do you know how to make them?"
Seraphina Quinn turned and walked into the room, her voice a lazy drawl. "I learned it from a blogger online." She paused. "Lots of people know how."
Damian Fairchild followed her in.
