He liked this. He liked this woman.
"Then there's no sense in making me up a room." Coleman said, putting the glass on the table.
He was more than happy to share her bed and body during the duration of his tenure in this house. He looked around at the kitchen. He hadn't actually taken the time to really look at it recently. It was nice. Well maintained. Much better than the... Whatever it was he called a kitchen back in London with his brothers.
"Phoebe Yaxley," He repeated with an affirming nod, committing it to memory. It was a nice name. It suited her. In all fairness, most the things he'd seen of her suited her. Most notably, the pill. She'd taken to it like a duck to water.
"Mine's George," Coleman said confidently. He knew better than to give his full and real name to any clients and though this was definitely more involved than his other transactions, it was still a business transaction, "George Samson."
He'd used this name for years and it had never failed him.
His eyes remained on her, the haze beginning to drift away. What had happened for her to turn out this way? Not that Cole minded. He quite enjoyed this type of girl. He got what he wanted and she got hers.
"Then there's no sense in making me up a room." Coleman said, putting the glass on the table.
He was more than happy to share her bed and body during the duration of his tenure in this house. He looked around at the kitchen. He hadn't actually taken the time to really look at it recently. It was nice. Well maintained. Much better than the... Whatever it was he called a kitchen back in London with his brothers.
"Phoebe Yaxley," He repeated with an affirming nod, committing it to memory. It was a nice name. It suited her. In all fairness, most the things he'd seen of her suited her. Most notably, the pill. She'd taken to it like a duck to water.
"Mine's George," Coleman said confidently. He knew better than to give his full and real name to any clients and though this was definitely more involved than his other transactions, it was still a business transaction, "George Samson."
He'd used this name for years and it had never failed him.
His eyes remained on her, the haze beginning to drift away. What had happened for her to turn out this way? Not that Cole minded. He quite enjoyed this type of girl. He got what he wanted and she got hers.