"Gilbert Watson, you bastard! Only a brute like you would do something like that! Alvin is nothing like you!"
"He's a man, isn't he? And men are all the same. Don't put a halo on him unless he's not one." Gilbert tore at her outer clothes, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her hard against his chest, his eyes dark with dangerous heat.
"What—what are you doing?" Claire stammered, panic flashing across her face as she pressed a hand against his chest.
Without warning, Gilbert swept her up into his arms and strode toward the shower. "I'll have to check for myself before I believe you."
"Hey, what are you—!" Claire struck at his shoulders in anger.
He bent down suddenly, crushing his mouth against hers.
The kiss dragged on endlessly, leaving her trembling and breathless, every ounce of strength drained from her body.
A faint smirk touched Gilbert's lips as he carried her and tossed her into the bathtub.
Only then did Claire realize the tub was already full of water.
