"I think, Mr. Estep, that you know how good looking you are, and that you could have just about any woman you wanted." Keri had turned around, starting to strip his bed of the covers. "I also think, Mr. Estep, that you are the kind, if you were a sailor, that would have a girl in every port." She was pulling hard on the bottom sheet now, rather than going around to the other side to take it off the last corner. "I think, too, I should want you to go downstairs while I'm doing your room." As the sheet gave at her pulls, she stumbled back a couple of steps, right into his arms.
He had seen what was going to happen, slipping behind her when she wasn't paying attention to his whereabouts. "Personally, Miss Stewart, I think you think too much." Kyle held her, whispering in her ear, though she struggled to get away from him.
"Would you please let me go." Her words were just above a whisper. "Don't you want me..."...More >< Less