You don’t want arterial spray all over your antiques.” “One neat shot between the eyes. Surprisingly little mess,” he said almost pleasantly. “Do sit down. And take off the earrings.” Cain indicated the chair she stood on. She lowered herself cautio...
Stiffly, she disentangled herself from Desmond and got up. He was asleep, and she was grateful that she could find her clothes and sneak out before he woke. Her underpants were on the floor by the refrigerator; her bra was hanging from a drawer pull. Gathering her stuff and putting it back on qui...
It wasn’t out of the question that she had some form of sleep apnea with a sound like that, he mused. Why hadn’t he had sex with her right then, when she wouldn’t remember a thing? It would have been the perfect solution; he could have slaked his desire without the thorny complications he knew wo...
He had to break it off. Even if it meant he’d be just another jerk who’d used her and thrown her away—the thought made him ache, but he knew it would never work. He could let her down now or wait for her to be more invested, more committed. When she was completely disillusioned with him and shook...
While the show went on, I had plenty of time to sit there and dwell on the last words that Gauge and I had spoken to each other. I met them with a variety of emotions but the one that I was primarily experiencing was that intense feeling of being utterly and completely pissed off—both at him and ...