Penelope
“I'll be taking my leave then,” I said, “I'll see you at lunch except you believe having lunch is another form of sin.”
He winked at me as he left the office. The singular motion was enough to make me ache for his touch.
Miguel Ramirez knew exactly what he was doing to me!
He knew the effect he had on me, on perhaps all the women he met and yet he enjoyed torturing me, knowing full well that I was about to make a vow to a life of strict chastity.
I sought for my rosary which I always had around my wrist and realised for the first time coming here that I had lost it. It was not on my person and I had not noticed it because I had not done any praying since I stepped foot in Oakridge.
Still, I muttered a quiet prayer.
Please Lord, take away my lustful heart.
But as the
