Book3:WereMyDreamIs

manwhoalaysmybills.Please,please…”Thewomantwistedhisearevenharder,makinghimscreamoutinpain,beggingher,“Softly,softlymysweet…Don’tbelikethat.You’tbmemeforwantingyou…Youaresobeautiful,sosexy…ThemomentIsawyou,youhadmedrooling.Ihadtohaveyounomatterwhat…You’tbmeme…bmeyourself…youaresobeautifulyoubewitchedme…siderthemoneyIshouldhavepaidyouasadebtIoweyou.Trustme…Trustme…Trustmetoreimburseyou.”Thewomanwasinwardlysmilingatthesefawningwords,thinking,“Thisjohnisstrahe’squitealovableguy.”Howevershekeptherexpressionhardandfierce.Toprotectherself,shealwayshadacarkeyinherhand,whichcouldbeusedasakabattheoppo’ssensitivespotssuchashiseyes,noseorears,shouldtheoccasionrise.Sheupandthreatenedhimsaying,

    “You