"Is that so?"
Faced with Atkins's approaching lips, Eric maintained his icy expression.
"Of course. I know your type—always wearing that look that says you don't want anyone getting close, thinking it makes you seem cool and attracts girls. I admit it, your trick worked. I was attracted to you."
Atkins cupped Eric's face with one hand and slowly leaned closer, trying to kiss him.
At the same time, a faint pink mist drifted from her lips into Eric's mouth.
Eric also caught the heavy perfume on her body, along with a faint, musky sandalwood scent.
Smack!
A hand suddenly reached out and gripped Atkins's chin.
Just as their lips were about to meet, Eric stopped her.
"Generally speaking, I don't like being passive. And I like being treated as prey even less."
Eric released her chin. Flecks of orange-red light glimmered in his eyes. "Besides, I'm used to intimidating—or even eliminating—those with ill intentions at the source."
Frightened, Atkins stumbled back two steps. She stared at Eric's reddening eyes, her face filled with shock.
What stunned her was not only Eric's strange state, but also the fact that he had not fallen under her charm.
As long as the mist she exhaled came into contact with a member of the opposite sex, they would obey her every word.
Why was her charm ineffective against this high school student?!
Just as panic seized her, there was a knock on the office door.
"Ms. Atkins, it's Chloe. There's something I'd like to discuss with you."
As if granted a reprieve, Atkins immediately rushed to the door, yanked open the lock, and staggered outside. She nearly collided with Chloe on the way out.
Chloe and Pete looked at each other, having no idea what had happened.
Only Clark had vaguely heard Eric