Chapter Twenty-one
Pound, pound, pound. “Honey, open the door.”
He froze. His hand deep in lacy undergarments, he waited
for the intruder to go away. He pondered the predicament for a moment. Should
he open the door? His eyes shut as he fingered the silk. Oh, she would be so
wanting. Glancing around the room, he assessed his options.
Let her in and take advantage of the opportunity that
presented itself.
Let her keep banging on the door and wait for her to
eventually leave.
Keep his little trophy and retreat for another time.
He hadn’t prepared for a visitor, and from the sound of
her rough voice, he doubted the piece of meat tenderizing the door would be
much fun. Besides, she wasn’t his type.
“Addie, I know you’re in there. Open the door. I just want
to talk. Why did you c
