"Be sure when you begin a conquest, Miss Roth, that you actually mean to win."
Imogen swallowed. Her mouth had gone dry and it felt like she had a croquet ball stuck halfway down her throat. "It's a question of standards, Mr. Penner. I may not be a real goddess, but even I expect flowers before a kiss, even if it is only my feet involved."
He narrowed his eyes, one corner of his mouth curling up. "I'll remember that, Miss Roth."
I like these two together! What a fun scene.
[He] did not realize it, but he had just declared war.
Now it's starting to pick up! I'm intrigued.