A gentleman would have announced himself!โ I told him, pressing against the side of the tub. โAnd a scoundrel would have joined you.โ -- Kit Marlowe to the witch Gillian (shortly before joining her in the tub!)
Karen ChanceI leaned back in my chair, stretching luxuriantly, delibrately letting my jacket fall open. Predictably, his eyes moved down my body-some things outlast even the change. I grinned and he looked away, a rueful smile twitching at his lips. I finished breakfast in peace.
Karen ChanceIโm driving,โ Louis-Cesare said, sliding into the low seat as easily as if heโd done it a hundred times. โYouโre drunk.โ I wished. โI had all of two beers, mostly for the water content.โ โIf you needed water, why didnโt you drink water?โ โI donโt like water.
Karen ChanceI turned over, and those big hands got to work on my back. I stifled a whimper in the pillow, because Marco's idea of a massage bore no resemblance whatsoever to the relaxing spa variety. There was no lavender oil, no soothing music, no hot towels. Just an all-out assault on cramped muscles, until they cowered in surrender and turned to Jell-O.
Karen Chance