CHAPTER 47: Harker
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Harker strode into their private suite at Le Petite Mort Club and headed straight to the bedroom. He was more than ready to continue where he, Ethan and Alison had left off.
“Wait,” said Alison. “Maybe we should talk a little more.”
“Why?” He stopped mid-stride. Talking was the last thing he wanted to do.
“Because the lady suggested it.” Ethan sent him a disgusted look. “Please, Alison. Have a seat.” He motioned to the couch.
His friend was right. She looked like she was ready to bolt out the door. Her eyes darted around the room and the beautiful flush on her cheeks and chest had faded. He knew he should slow down and seduce her into the bedroom, but his blood ran hot and he was desperate to claim her.
“So.” Ethan sat on the couch, stretching his arm al
