Chapter 93

ADLER

Call him a pervert, but since he had seen her step into the hall, a part of his brain insisted on stubbornly filling his head with pictures of her naked under his room's illumination. Then, trapping her under him until she was too exhausted to sneak out of his room.

Wasn't that why he had changed his doors and the lock? Could one even call it a lock anymore? He felt the card poking his legs in the pocket; he felt a pang of guilt, but then it was funny watching her search desperately for the knob.

And watching her lips move, pushing him to fury with a challenge? All he had wanted to do was kiss them shut. Without the slightest knowledge, she did know how to push his buttons.

But now that he had where he wanted, he gave a crooked smile; he had an idea who would be having the last laugh.

She obediently stepped out of her gown, standing before him in only red lacy pants, like sin itself, tempting his demons to come into play.

Seven years had pa