However, the man easily controlled her and pressed her against his chest.
Through the thin fabric, she felt the man's firm chest and searing body heat against her, the warmth transferring to her, making her equally feverish.
"You... what do you mean?" Tracy stopped struggling, raising her head, her brows knitted together, her small face full of conflict and confusion. "After last night, now this, what do you mean!?"
Lorraine Hanson tightened his arms, his large hand moving to caress her cheek, his deep eyes fixed on her. "Tracy, I have never liked any woman. In your eyes, perhaps I'm a frivolous and playful man, yet I don't understand emotions, and I don't know what love is..."
"You..." Tracy's eyes widened with disbelief. "You're lying! With so many girlfriends, aren't they just rumors? Just going through the motions!?"
She refused to believe it.
