“I cannot think of an unexceptional euphemism either. Would it help if I say that I like to have s*x with you?” asked Isobel.
“You would?” The unfastened garment fell open as he shifted to look directly at her. He was not so far from arousal after all, or perhaps her frankness was very stimulating.
“I think you would have noticed if you repelled me. Despite everything, I enjoyed with you before. You must have noticed that.”
Isobel pulled the ribbon tie of a negligee open. Cat like Abe watched the moving silk. “Women do enjoy s*x, you know. They don’t have to fool themselves by imagining they’re in love, or have to be wanton or abandoned.”
It was a half truth. She wanted him badly, yet just as badly did not want the suspicion and hostility that lay between them like a hedge of thorn.
