Megan's eyes lit up at Denis's words. She hadn't managed to win over Augustine, but Denis was a consolation prize.
He was wealthy, good-looking, and came from a powerful, influential family—everything she imagined in the man she wanted to marry.
Sure, there were no real feelings between them, not yet. But Megan was confident that she would win his heart easily.
"I also think the same," she said quickly, eager to seize the moment. "My father always said you were the ideal match for me. And now…" she leaned in, her foot trailing suggestively along his leg, "after meeting you in person, I think he was absolutely right."
She flashed him a seductive smile, eyes gleaming.
Denis's expression shifted. His gaze darkened with raw desire. "I feel the same," he said, voice thick with lust.
In one swift movement, he tossed back the rest of his drink, then snatched the glass from her hand and set it aside. He pulled her in, crashing his lips onto hers in a rough, hungry kiss.
