Frank
We dragged ourselves in the following morning and grabbed coffee at the small stand just outside the door. I had the idea to grab a cafe mocha for Annie, since girls seemed to like those kinds of drinks. I added it to the order, shrugging when Frank gave me a curious look. “It’s a nice thing to do,” I defended my action as he raised an eyebrow.
I told Frank not to entertain any ideas about Annie, but she was gorgeous in a much different way than Bella White and Sucy was. They were experienced and oozed sensuality, particularly Sucy. She was as free a woman as any that I’d ever met and that was saying a lot.
Annie was the sweet, country girl and I had half a mind to think she was still a virgin. I didn’t doubt that men hit on her all the time with those eyes and her curvy body, but
