Carissa glanced at him over her shoulder, and her body shuddered with relief.
“Yes?”
She twisted away from his grasp to face him. “What part of a ‘private conversation’ did you not understand?”
He stepped away from the shade of the tree, revealing an amused twist to his lips. “The ‘private’ part, which I never agreed to, by the way.”
If Elon thought he’d be spared her anger simply by making a cutesy remark, he was wrong. She plunked her hands onto her hips. “Good. Then you know that I refuse to share my husband’s affections with another woman.”
“No?” He stepped forward, and she danced back a step.
“No, I won’t. You’ll simply have to overcome your attraction to her, and…” The beat of her heart hitched at the look of raw desire on Elon’s expression.
“And what, Carissa?” He continued to close the distance between them.
That’s it; he was trying to make her forget why she was upset at him. Well, it wouldn’t work. She took another step back, and her back hit the rugged trunk of a tree.
Before she could move, Elon planted his palms on either side of her, light flickering in his eyes. “Hmm. Are you at a loss for words, love?”