*Oliver*
Damnation. I hoped to shock her… or perhaps seduce her. She doesn’t blush. She isn’t easily flustered. She teases. And she is so damned sultry. Every movement and pose is calculated to entice.
Well, it is as she’d said that night. She isn’t a w***e. She doesn’t give a man a single hour or even a night. She expects a commitment. Deserves that consideration. She won’t come cheap. With his squiring her about, Pineworth has ensured she can be demanding and particular when it comes to her next lover.
I watch as she slowly turns a page and keeps her focus on the words written by another. I consider confessing the reason I’ve swapped out my cards . . .
Instead, I turn my attention back to my own reading. Or try to, but even when we aren’t engaged in sparring words, I can’t seem to fo
