Scarlett was puzzled. "What?"
"Taming wild horses," Jason said in a deep voice. "The harder they are to tame, the more I want them to obey."
Scarlett caught his drift. "Well, you're out of luck, Mr. Bilbo. I'm not a horse, and I don't want to be tamed. I've got things to do. Goodbye."
She turned to leave, but in her haste, she tripped on the edge of the carpet.
Jason reached out and grabbed her, pulling her back.
Scarlett lost her balance and fell into his arms.
Jason held her from behind, his chin resting on the top of her head. "If you can't handle high heels, why wear them?"
The warmth from his chest seeped through her thin dress, making Scarlett tense up. "Not everyone gets to do whatever they want like you. Just because I don't like them, doesn't mean I can avoid wearing them."
