*Jack*
I study her, trying not to think about how my hands have spanned her waist. I don’t want to remember how I had awoken to find her hovering over me. How close her lips have been to mine, how with the slightest of movements I could have known the taste of her. I am not in the habit of denying myself pleasures, but she is dangerous in ways I don’t care to examine.
“Are you trying to make amends?” I ask.
She looks over her shoulder at me. “I’m trying to be a bit more pleasant.”
“Pleasant, is it?” I get out of the chair, go to the table in the corner, and lift the top from a decanter. “Would you care to join me?”
“No, thank you. You do like your spirits, don’t you?” She asks.
“I have been drinking gin since I was eight. See no reason to stop now.” I walk to the desk and remove the
