Chapter 202: Simple Things Part 4

Her damn taunting conscience. She closed her eyes listening to the quickening pace of her heart, painfully aware of Talokta’s close proximity. By all rights she should stand up and walk away, and continue to do so. Be strong…go on woman, you trust him as a good friend. Keep it that way.

She rolled back on her side and picked up her goblet of wine, downing the contents and stated without further thought, “What you said before, about being a substitute. You are too unique to replace anyone in my eyes.”

Touchè Leah.

His eyes discretely roved along her fine, curvaceous body. She had worn those dark pants from Graffa that accentuated her outline and a tight red t–shirt. Once more, it burned in his mind that she could wear rags or fine silks and she would always be so damn desirable.

You’ve tasted the goods, and you survived, next time…

The sexual tension between them was intensifying and magnetizing.