Miranda was still quarreling. Watson was so flushed by her scolding that he couldn't straighten his back.

As Christian put me on the couch, Watson looked over. It was this glance from him that suddenly reminded me of what I had come for.

A strong sense of revenge rose up again. Without thinking, I reached out and hooked my hand around Christian's neck and kissed him. The moment the two lips were pressed together, his gaze was stunned and his body stiffened visibly.

I no longer knew what Watson's expression was, only to hear Miranda's curses have not been broken.

"Look the hell, get the hell out!"

The man in...