Big talk, huh?
Any man would find that phrase unacceptable.
Naturally, Terrence Lentz was no exception.
To prove he wasn't all talk, Terrence swept Viola Thompson into his arms, pulling her close to his chest.
His move was a bit swift.
Viola hadn't even reacted before feeling the unusual sensation from the other person's body.
With his expression unchanged, Terrence held Viola by the waist and said, word by word, "Miss Thompson, do you still think I'm all talk now?"
Viola, completely serious, "Yes, all talk."
Terrence gazed down at her, his dark eyes intense and brooding as he softly spoke, "Miss Thompson, do you believe I can go three hundred rounds with you right now?"
His voice was very low.
Almost as if he was pressing it out from deep within his throat.
A dangerous aura enveloped them.
Viola, very aware of the situation, immediately gave in, "Lentz, I was wrong, I surrender."
Watching Viola like this,
At this moment, Terrence had just one thought.
To tease her.
