Chapter 18 No One But You
- Lucien's deep eyes darkened. The woman rested half her face on her hand, a few loose strands of hair brushing against her fluttering lashes. Her voice, thick with the effects of alcohol, was slow and sticky—more enticing than a deliberate act of coquettishness.
- He unfastened his seatbelt and leaned in, his nose lightly grazing against hers.
- "What are you saying no to?"