"Intentional or not, that's another matter. But shouldn't we talk about what happened last night?"
Clara Grant froze. 'Talk? Talk about what? How? And what is there to talk about?'
'What happened last night was a complete accident. She had no choice.'
'But she couldn't say she was the only one who got the short end of the stick. After all, she'd been drugged. He slept with her, which, in a sense, also helped her.'
'But he's a man! Even if he was "forced," it's not like he was at a disadvantage!'
'Besides, for a womanizer like him, a man constantly ruled by his dick, how could anyone call it "forced"? He probably couldn't have been happier!'
'And on top of all that, she was a beautiful, innocent young woman. He was the one who lucked out!'
Thinking all this, Clara Grant irritably tried to wrench her arm from his grasp. "Sorry, but I have nothing to discuss with you."
