"Mr. Burgess, to be honest, you're outstanding and out of my league. I truly admire you."
It was admiration, not affection.
Burgess felt a lump in his throat. "So, you're saying you don't feel anything for me anymore?"
He stood up, cornering Oprah against the wall, lowering his head to get closer to her.
They were so close that they could hear each other breathing.
"Then who do you like? Is it Alfred, Alfred Jeffery? Why didn't he accompany you back?" Burgess pressed on with his questions.
Panic surged through Oprah's heart.
Why hadn't Burgess fallen asleep yet?
"Mr. Burgess, I think you got something wrong."
Burgess was unwilling to let her go.
His hand caressed Oprah's slightly warm face. "You're gorgeous."
Burgess leaned against her, breathing in her intoxicating scent, his e
