She was too agreeable. Far, far to agreeable. It was a trap and he knew it—especially when she spoke softly and sweetly and then came over to his bedside and kissed him, albeit on the cheek. The last time he'd gotten any sort of affection from a woman was, when? '83? '84? When was the last time he'd even been to a whorehouse? He would definitely need to visit one after all of this lest the tension do his body even more damage.
Miss Lynch had obviously taken advantage of his shock, as she was quickly making her escape by the time he'd managed to find his voice. He swore under his breath and laid his head back against his pillow.
It was a bad idea getting involved with her, he thought. Very, very bad indeed.
Miss Lynch had obviously taken advantage of his shock, as she was quickly making her escape by the time he'd managed to find his voice. He swore under his breath and laid his head back against his pillow.
It was a bad idea getting involved with her, he thought. Very, very bad indeed.
— set by MJ! —