The man stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his embrace. He didn't open his eyes, his voice gentle, "I just want to sleep with you. It was three o'clock when I untied the ropes last night, and it took me another half an hour to find you. Don't you feel sorry for me?"
His body was very warm, and the heat that surrounded him was unbearable in the early morning. The girl pushed him, "It's too hot, let go."
"Kiss me once, and I'll let go."
"Charles Anderson," Rosie Scott's voice rose. She had truly had enough of his rogue-like demeanor.
She thought he would at least be afraid, but he wasn't. Instead, the man tightened his grip, raising his dark eyes to survey her, "Those who follow me will prosper, those who oppose me will perish. Aren't you quite aware of this?"
Rosie's face turned crimson. She knew exactly what he was insinuating. Shame slowly spread over her body, the memories of that night flashing through her mind like a slideshow.
