“I had made her favorite Earl Grey tea with honey and lemon, just how I remembered her liking it, but it didn’t make a dent in her disdainful expression. I didn’t waste my breath lecturing her about sneaking into my bedroom—she didn’t give a shit. Poor Charlie was probably completely traumatized—he’d certainly looked like it when he left. It was bad enough that he thought he’d taken advantage of me. Completely the contrary. I loved the wild, unhinged side of him. I’d never found a man willing to... take me there before, and God I hoped he was willing to do so again soon. Hester pegged me with a hard stare and it was all I could do not to squirm like a little kid. I would not let her intimidate me; she was in my house now. “Must be bad, you had to send for me,” Hester offered. My fingers clenched around my coffee mug, the steaming liquid untouched. I closed my eyes briefly while I tried to figure out how to explain what I was going through, and how I expected her to help me.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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