As Arianne thought of ways to cover for her slip of the tongue, Mark had already lay down next to her. He took her phone away before he said, “Then what kind of tone do you want me to use with you?”
Arianne’s face felt a little hot when she caught a whiff of the manly scent that belonged uniquely to him. “Give me back my phone... I’ll sleep after replying to Tiffany.”
Mark raised his hand that was holding the phone high up. There was no way she would be able to reach it. “Answer my question first.”
Bracing herself, Arianne replied, “I’m not your daughter... What tone do you think you should use?”
“Teach me?” Mark looked at her with gleaming eyes.
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