Sinclair
CRAP, WHAT IN THE HELL does he want? I thought, watching as Jack approached.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked.
“Go ahead,” I said, wishing he’d just go away.
Instead, he sat down right next to me.
He raised his glass. “Would you care for a drink?”
“No thanks,” I said, looking towards the house.
He drank the rest of his and set it down on the table. “So...”
I looked back at him and tried to hide my revulsion. He repelled me; made my skin crawl.
Jack glanced back towards the house and then his eyes shifted back to me. He licked his lips. “So, Sinnn... did you enjoy the show in the sauna?”
My eyes widened in shock.
“You could have joined us, you know,” he said with a wolfish grin.
I stood up, totally appalled. “That’s sick.”
“Sit down,” he demanded sharply.
Stunned by th
