Chapter 196: Turnabout

“Alright,” he murmured huskily, “that’ll be enough o’ that. I want tae see you.”

Heart pounding, Anna stepped back, thankful she’d taken a few minutes that afternoon to shower and to shave pertinent regions, just in case.

What just in case? The man had said he was going into town to buy condoms. Something she’d managed to forget when she’d convinced herself he had been merely toying with her.

Suddenly feeling shy, she looked away, focusing on a tiny birthmark on to the left of his navel as she slowly unbuttoned her sleeveless plaid blouse.

Why had she agreed to sleep with him? Because she wanted him, obviously.

But we’re talking Angus McGregor. Who had undoubtedly been with dozens of fabulous women, beautiful starlets with their fancy designer underwear and their breast implants and their mani-pedis. Her own perky A-cups were surely no comparison. And hell, the blisters on her feet were still healing.