Joshua Hughes could hardly believe it. His self-control had deteriorated to such an extent that, in just ten minutes, this little spirit had extracted his soul, confessing everything without reservation. Where did she learn these tricks? This could be lethal to a man. Who else had she danced like this with, except him?
"Let me go, Avery..." His voice was low and filled with desire. He needed to love her without barriers; he had yearned for this day until it hurt.
"Dream on, Joshua Hughes. Stop being so presumptuous. I will never forgive you. Today, you yourself asked me to have fun with you. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Goodbye. No, it should be 'never see you again.'" Avery Jane wrapped herself in his suit, nimbly leaping off the couch like a little deer, opened the door, and ran out.
