You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

Clarissa had wanted to turn him down, but her voice had left her when her eyes met Matthew’s sharp ones.

Ellie, on the other hand, was clapping with joy.

“That’s great, Uncle Matt. It is decided then.”

Instinct told Clarissa that there was something dangerous about his gaze when he quirked his lips.

She mustered her courage, wanting to reject his offer again, when his phone rang.

Matthew rose to his feet, then left for work after answering the call.

With the conversation finally ended, Clarissa went completely limp as she slumped against Ellie on the couch. “Why did you say that? Do you hate me so much?”

Ellie laughed out loud. “Look at you, getting all shy. My uncle is your uncle. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. We’ll just get him a little something in return once you find yourself a man.”

Clarissa stood up; her eyes rounded. “Is that even the point?”

“Then what is it?”

The point is, how could you get him to introduce me to a man after he saw me in only a bath towel and what I did to him when I was drugged?

Nevertheless, Clarissa kept those thoughts to herself. It wasn’t something to be proud of.

stayed with the Tysons at

were familiar with Clarissa because she was Ellie’s only decent friend back in college, and they liked her a lot. Given that Matthew didn’t return that night, and Clarissa’s natural ability to get along with elderly people, her stay with the Tysons was considered a comfortable

Clarissa couldn’t seem to fall asleep. She got out of bed in the dead of night

to treat her as a fool, she would go with the

about to head for

“Who’s there?”

dressed in casual clothes, walking

has he been

him as such, wanting to get away from that awkward situation as soon as possible. “I just came down to grab a drink and

her entire body tensed up, she was about to walk

froze on

accidental or intentional, she could feel the man brushing her wrist

need anything from me, Mr. Tyson?” she asked, trying her

caution, anxiety,

 or is she just too good

suddenly let go of her wrist and put his hands

aren’t you

because she was afraid he would cross

it for a moment. If there’s nothing

interrupted her hasty farewell. “If you don’t mind, could you pour me a glass

What?