Cedric couldn’t give her the whole story, but he could give her some of it. It would admit her some power, yet he knew, as he had back at Haerton, that now was the time for honesty. And that he wouldn’t get what he wanted unless he gave it to her.
“I want s*x with you.” He told her.
“Me?” This time she sounded shocked. “But… I… why should that matter?”
“You have passion. And I am a connoisseur of passion. I want yours and I think that perhaps you want mine too.”
Anna said nothing. And suddenly Cedric found himself on the edge of his seat, tension gripping him, every part of him focused on the phone in his hand and on the woman on the other end of the line.
“One night,” he said in that bare-bones voice, all his seductive techniques deserting him, leaving only demand left. “That’s all
