Provoke that sultry cat owner

The biggest regret of Su Wan’s life was stepping into Jasper Thorne’s house when she was twelve. Seven years had passed. She’d long since gone from a ponytailed little girl to a woman who knew how to draw on eyeliner. But Jasper Thorne—his lazy, unflappable, teasing-you-first-even-if-the-sky-was-falling way of being—hadn’t changed one bit. She was here on business today: to pick up coursework materials from Jasper Thorne’s little brother. The door opened. The materials were nowhere in sight. Instead, Jasper Thorne cornered her in the entranceway, his peach-blossom eyes looking her up, then down, like he had all the time in the world. Su Wan was sick to death of that oh-so-in-control air of his. She swore to herself—there was no way he’d lead her by the nose again today.