"He looked around. James's attention was riveted on his magazine. Lucy was looking adoringly at Matthew. Caroline was looking at her feet."Did anyone ...see him fall?" William asked.He looked from James to Caroline to Lucy. Lucy was the one who finally cracked."Caroline killed him." I most certainly did not," Caroline said."You most certainly did so. She did, sir." You were the one who killed him," Caroline insisted."Killed who?" William roared."Whom," James corrected him."I say no more," Lucy. No. It couldn't happen. Any way, Jim was clean and fresh, and wasn't very experienced so it's not like he's been sleeping around. There's no need to worry.''None at all.'Denise went back to enjoying her toast and coffee.By the time Denise had finished and returned to her room, Jim was stirring. When she opened her door and looked across at the bed, Jim opened one eye and focussed, with a little difficulty, on the red-head."Hiya gorgeous," he managed. It was croaky and scratched, but. He caressed her exposed neck and she could feel his hot breath in her ear as he talked to her in a low voice."I've been watching you all night, the way you play your parts for the people around you. You charm the men with your sexy body, while you pretend to befriend the women. You act the equal to these snobs, the appropriate inferior to those above you, and the haughty superior to those of us that "serve" you at this little function. While, all the time, you feel in control over everyone."He. To his surprise she spat at him. The warm spittle hitting him directly across his nose. He growled a deep low growl at her. His hand again struck out, the slap leaving her cheek glowing red. Her eyes were wild, large and frightened yet he had gone beyond sense now. As his hand grabbed her hair, yanking and twisting it tightly. He pulled her, stumbling and sobbing to the bedroom. Throwing her across their bed.His lust and rage so powerful now, he felt he had left his body and was standing in the.