There are many out there who will willingly do what you want, "Melissa shot back, her voice sharp.

Marcus continued to stare at her.

After a while, he chuckled instead of getting mad. "Is that all you can think about, Miss Brown? Sex?"

Melissa bristled at his insinuation.

Switching to a more serious tone, Marcus continued. “Let me give you a ride."

Melissa shook her head. "No, thanks. I'll drive myself."

With a smirk, Marcus persisted. “You'll probably find a flat tire when you get to your car. Come on; let me drive you.”

Fuming, Melissa muttered, “You bastard!"

Marcus stood up and approached her. Before she could react, he pushed her against the door, his demeanor more forceful than before. His closeness was unsettling, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

"I could push this further.

Do you want me to go on?" Marcus whispered, his voice low and alluring.

Melissa attempted to kick him, but he caught her leg, his touch surprisingly gentle.

At that moment, Melissa froze.

She could feel the intensity of Marcus' desire. His breath was warm against her skin.

“Do you want it?"

Marcus asked in a husky voice.

Melissa's mind drifted, momentarily lost in a fog.

Her usual sharpness faded, leaving her with a softness reminiscent of days gone by. Marcus, unable to resist, leaned in for a gentle kiss.

In that moment, tenderness became his strongest weapon, capable of breaking down any barrier.

As Melissa melted into the kiss, she suddenly snapped back to reality when Marcus tried to deepen it.