“What the....”
Jasmine waltzed in, a sneer of superiority on her face. It was clear that she had slugged a couple of drinks.
“Sexy bed in the royal suite for an earl’s little slut.”
Shannon was used to shock and aggression and fired up her overdrive.
“You’re drunk and in my space. This had better be good. If you can’t finish it don’t start it,” she said.
Jasmine closed the door.
“Just needed a nice girlie chat.”
“Better find a nice girlie then,” said Shannon, moving to the edge of the bed.
“Obviously not here—so you’ll have to do.”
Jasmine made a move as if to sit on the bed.
“This is my bed. Keep off.”
“Oh dear, police brutality.”
“Good. You read my mind,” said Shannon. “Just say what you want with me.”
“I want ... I want to tell you some truths ... to help you.”
“Help me, J
