Her thoughts wandered back to two days ago when Nicholas Croft brought her to his place, somewhat inexplicably.
Doing nothing, and just sitting on the sofa, she watched him drink red wine and smoke cigars.
She wanted to go back, but he wouldn't allow it; she wanted to call her father, and he wouldn't allow that either.
Latter, she dozed off in a daze on the sofa, and when she woke up, she was already in bed.
Nicholas Croft lay beside her, bare-chested with his long arms tightly encircling her.
And she was just in her panties and bra, her little face pressed against Nicholas Croft's chest...
The scenario was too beautiful to bear looking directly at it.
She tiptoed out of the man's clutches, climbed out of bed, threw on her clothes, and while the man was still asleep, quickly made her escape.
Although she hadn't seen the process, she could imagine it—Nicholas Croft picking her up while she was sound asleep, walking into the bedroom, and gently placing her on the big bed...
