Even though Terrence Grant was right in front of her, so close he was practically pressed against her, she could clearly feel his powerful physique, his strong and steady heartbeat, and even the heat radiating from his body. But her breathing remained as even as ever, without a trace of panic. She was so calm, it was almost cold-blooded. "Instructor, you really do have some peculiar tastes."
Terrence Grant was frustrated. How could she feel nothing when a man as charming as him was this close? 'Has my charm faded?' He shot her a disdainful look. "Go change! I have no interest in your type!"
Seraphina Sterling offered a warm smile, but her bright eyes grew even colder. "I should hope so."
The moment Seraphina Sterling left the swimming pool, Terrence Grant kicked over the patio table and chairs, looking exactly like a pissed-off lion.
