She was wrong. She was wrong on too many levels to count, and she was kicking herself a hundred ways to Sunday over how wrong she was. She toyed with the master, and she was paying the price.
Royal Robinson was the king of seduction techniques without even touching her. He was a filthy rotten scoundrel with a tongue which would make the devil himself blush. He was able to say all the things he wanted and do all the things he wished without anyone but her knowing. Her ears were still ringing with echoes of his whispers.
She was vibrating with need and yet he was deliberately prolonging Precious’s bedtime. He’d offered her two extra stories and entertained every possible question under the sun. His cocky smirk as Famke was restless at the end of the bed watching him be warm and loving to
