The Lost Clan, tome 5 : Reckless cruel heirs

"Why would my pulse respond to you? I’m not afraid of you.”
The corners of his lips ticked up.
“I’m not,” I said, stressing the not part.
“Well if it isn’t fear, then that leaves attraction.”
Like a wave, the blood drained from my face before flooding right back inside. “I’m definitely not attracted to you. I have standards.”
The intensity of his smile turned up. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” The blood still pounded in my veins, but for a completely different reason now.
He was still smiling. “And what are those standards of yours?”
“Kindness.”
“I’m kind.”
“Not to me you aren’t.”
I didn’t think his smile could get any wider, but it did.
“Humble.”
Still smirking, he folded his arms, which somehow made his chest appear broader.
“Not redheads.”
His smirk intensified.
“And not of Farrow descent.”
“So, just not me?” He dipped his chin into his neck, grin intact.