A Smack on His Head

"Dear Jocelyn, you are as interesting as I imagined. You don't think I'll really let you off just because of a few words from you, do you?"

A dramatic smile appeared on Miles's face.

"And you said you want to make a deal with me. What do you have to make a deal with me? Apart from your body, what else do you have to make a deal?"

"Stop playing tricks! I'm much more experienced than you think."

"If you want to be my long-term f*ck buddy and keep me hooked, we can role-play, such as Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf."

"You're poor Little Red Riding Hood, and I'm a man-eating wolf."

At the thought that Jocelyn would look helpless in front of him, that he would rip open her clothes with force, that his fair and tender skin would pop out, Miles started panting with excitement.