Chapter Eight
Elizabeth took a deep breath. This would be her most severe test yet, to be lent to Jonathan for the night. Far worse than f*****g Darryl and his friends. They were amateurs; Jonathan was a professional when it came to dealing with women like her.
“Another glass of wine?” Jonathan asked.
I might need this, she told herself. “Thank you,” she said. It wasn’t easy to be dignified and sophisticated wearing no knickers in front of a fully dressed man, but she thought it best to try. She stood and sipped the wine while Jonathan looked at her. She saw how his eyes travelled down to her belly, fastening on her bare shaven s*x.
“Follow me,” he said after a while.
They went upstairs to his bedroom. It was much as she remembered it, except that in one corner was a new item of furni
