"Georgia, what do you mean by that?" Elliot Sheridan leaned down, his long, slender fingers stroking her cheek. "Last time, did I force you to agree?"
Georgia Thorne said nothing as the calloused pad of his thumb slowly slid across her cheek.
'It's true, he did force me,' she thought. 'But thinking about it now, part of it was my fault too.'
'If I had really been unwilling, I wouldn't have agreed, no matter how much Elliot pushed.'
"I'm going to sleep. Please close the door on your way out, thank you!" Georgia Thorne burrowed into her bed, pulling the covers over her head.
It took guts to talk to Elliot Sheridan so defiantly, and she wasn't sure she could handle the consequences.
Even through the blanket, she could feel the man's searing gaze burning down on her.
Her small body was curled into a tight ball, not daring to move under the covers.
After a while, she heard hesitant, uneven footsteps.
The sound of a door closing came from outside. 'He must be gone,' she thought.
