"Ah, seeing that look on your face reminds me of when we were together. You really knew your way around the bedroom back then, with all those tricks you used to please me."
As Adam Warren spoke, he rubbed her hand with his large, coarse ones.
Jean Jarvis felt a wave of disgust. She instinctively wanted to shake his hand off, but after a moment's thought, she resisted the urge. 'He's about to leave Novaria,' she thought. 'All I need to do is keep him calm and coax him into leaving. There's no point in provoking him now.'
So, she turned her hand to grasp his, a timely blush of coyness appearing on her face. "Adam, listen to you... Was I really that impressive? I seem to remember you being the one with all the stamina in bed."
Her words immediately aroused him. He suddenly leaned forward, practically salivating as he said, "What do you say, Jean? There's a hotel just up ahead. We could..."
