“No, I didn't. You were the one who was drunk, holding me in your arms, refusing to Let go!" Rosalynn whirled around to confront him.

Upon seeing Brian's nudity, her eyes widened in surprise, and she hastily turned back around.

“Brian, why didn't you tell me you were changing?"

Brian grinned, amused by her embarrassment.

“Did I really hold you all night? Seems I took advantage of you. I guess I should take responsibility then."

Rosalynn was left speechless.

Was he just teasing her?

He wanted to take responsibility?

She didn't need it!

Rosalynn rolled her eyes, struggling to control her flustered state.

“There are plenty of women want to be with you, but I'm not one of them."

Why would she vie for his attention along with his countless other women?

Having said her piece, Rosalynn swiftly exited the room.

Brian buttoned his shirt with his long, deft fingers, the smile on his face dimming slightly.

Last night, he had pretended to be drunk and slept here at Sanford's suggestion.

Sanford had advised him to be direct with her, but he knew Rosalynn was not an ordinary woman.

Simply sleeping with her wouldn't win her over.

He had to take things slow.

Brian sighed.

He had even used a honey trap to draw her in.

Rosalynn made a swift exit, her mind set on returning home.

But before she could make her move, she looked up to see Maggie poised to knock on the door, a parcel of food in hand.