"Let go of me!" Layla exclaimed, but she didn't resist his hold.

Sensing she didn't resist his touch, Tristan flashed a grin and whispered in a husky voice, "Come on, it's not stalking. Plus, I just did you a big favor. How are you planning to show your appreciation?"

Layla shut her eyes, feeling the warmth of Tristan's chest and his breath on her skin, which triggered memories of their intimacy in bed. Her face turned crimson, and she stuttered, "How do you want me to thank ...