"..." Sherry White shivered uncontrollably from the coldness in his smile.
"You should thank me that you didn't actually try to sleep with me," his tone was still cold, and even his smile was icy as he calmly and indifferently looked at her, "Otherwise, I don't know what I might have done to you."
Sherry White's breathing momentarily seized.
The man withdrew his hand and turned to switch off the hairdryer.
"Trenton..." Sherry White's voice trembled as she called out his name, "I just like you... I really just like you."