Chapter Twelve:
It was mid-morning and Rudd was sipping at his third beer as he watched Inga lock-up. She backed out of Nick’s driveway and Rudd watched the Malibu’s taillights as she braked at the corner, turned, and was gone. He checked the clock and gave it another half-hour just to be sure he’d have Cloey all to himself. Then he patted the key in his jeans pocket and made his way ‘round to Nick’s side door.
The lock was well oiled. Rudd had already seen to that and the door swung silently inward. God how he loved this part. The rush of anticipation like raw adrenaline pounding in his veins. What would he do to her? He was already hard and pulled his p***s out. He’d let her have a look, first; let her get the general idea of it. The reason for his visit. Show Cloey what he intended to
