Chapter 7: Are You Afraid of Me?

Giselle turned her head away, neither responding nor meeting his gaze. Even though she had convinced herself on the way over that winning over Henry was necessary for her education, the thought of actually doing it was unbearable. He stroked the soft flesh of her thigh and muttered, “This foolish woman dares to seduce me. Merely spanking her is already showing mercy.” His breath warmed Giselle’s cheek as he spoke, sending chills down her spine. He was indeed a man of ruthless measures. “Where will they send her?” Giselle impulsively asked. Henry paused, nibbling on Giselle’s earlobe and asked in a muffled voice, “Why worry about her? What perfume are you wearing? It’s quite delightful.” His voice was hoarse and sultry, undeniably sexy, but alarm bells rang in Giselle’s head. She pushed him away hastily, “I’m not wearing any perfume. Let’s have dinner first.” “Are you really that afraid of me?” Henry tightened his grip on her waist, his gaze intense and piercing. With an exaspe