“And she had the nerve to call Miss Brooks a sparrow earlier. Well, now she’s in trouble—offending Mr. Carter. I bet she’s scared now.”
They were dressed like gentlemen, but every one of them was the type to fawn over the strong and trample the weak.
I ignored them, fixing my gaze coldly on Ethan.
“Cut to the chase—what do you really want?”
We hadn’t crossed paths in years, and I couldn’t fathom why he was so intent on making things difficult for me.
Ethan stood and stared straight at me.
“I want you to apologize to Sophia for what you said.”
Then, with deliberate slowness, he added, “On your knees.”
I gave a short, sharp laugh. “In your dreams.”
His eyes darkened with anger. “Say that again?”
“If it weren’t for an accident back then, I would be the real Sophia Brooks.
“I’ve already been more than generous by not demanding she pay me back. And you want me to apologize to a thief? Keep dreaming.”
Everyone thought Ethan would explode with rage.
They were ready to watch me make a fool of myself.
Instead, he gave a cold smile.
“Don’t want to kneel? Fine. There’s another option.”
He stepped right up to me.
“How about we make a bet? Loser strips naked and stands at the door for fifteen minutes.”