Chapter XIV
A Little Sibling Ribaldry
“So that’s where my sister pretends she’s a man,” said Tjorbn Karlsson, pointing an index finger that was adorned with two white gold rings at Lisanne’s breathing mattress. “Unless it’s the other way around?” The tall handsome fellow faced the petite blonde and arched an eyebrow. “Ahem, ahem?”
“Neither of us is ‘pretending to be a man,’” Osa said to her brother, “though that isn’t any of your business.”
“Miss Breutschen is wearing a suit,” Tjorbn observed, “but it’s still feminine. This whole situation’s confusing.”
“Feel free to slap him,” Osa said to Lisanne.
“I can withstand abuse.” Grinning like a reptile, the handsome fellow presented a peninsula-sized sideburn to the petite blonde. “Go ahead and smack me. I deserve a slap. Help me out.”
Li
