If speaking selfishly, it could be seen as a small revenge for the three days he had confined her at Wind Chime Lakeside.
Ethan Ainsley took a deep breath, struggling to steady his slightly tumultuous breathing.
The young girl was adorably innocent, yet provocatively irresistible.
Lola Hussey joyfully took a bite of kiwi. The sour and sweet flavor flooded in her mouth. In a charming voice, she spoke to the person on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Ainsley, I'm eating fruit. This kiwi is delicious, sour and sweet, slippery and greasy..."
There was a part of Lola Hussey that was doing it on purpose.
What she hadn't anticipated was Ethan Ainsley's complete disarray at her flirtation.
"Stop torturing me, Lola."
On the other end of the phone, Ethan Ainsley's voice was gravely hoarse. He took a slight breath as if he had been rubbed with gravel.
Lola Hussey giggled non-stop, "Then you should rest early. I'll call you tomorrow."