It was obvious which category the Earl fell under. Men like him, she was sure, always wanted the last word. Normally, his type only annoyed her — th...e self-assured arrogance they possessed in acquiring any woman they wanted to warm their bed. Yet there was something about the Earl that intrigued her. And she always loved a good intrigue. ‘I am sure you use Italian to compliment women all the time.’ He smiled wickedly. ‘Both in the bedroom and out.’ She stared at him wide-eyed then let out a. ” She turned and walked the walk into the dining room, making sure he got the right chair, across from her. After he sat, she let her fingertips trail across his shoulders as she headed to the kitchen. “Just relax. We’ll be right in.”Once in the kitchen she whispered to Matt, ”I think tonight’s a go. I’m wet and dying to see what he’s got.”“Okay babe, I’ll follow your lead.”Dinner was served. They all enjoyed the food and made the same type of innocuous conversation as they had before. Not a. Finally i had made it into her room. I stood there for a minute or two, stroking myself, and letting my eyes adjust to the dark. Once i could see a bit better, i saw where allana was laying on her bed. Perfect. She was lying on her back, at the edge of the bed, mouth wide open, and her right arm hanging off the edge. I crept up and poked her a few times to make sure she was asleep. She didn’t move at all. I gently grasped the edge of her shirt and slowly pulled it up, first exposing her. Und einmal hatte er ihr gesagt, wenn sie wolle, dass es bei dem Telefonkontakt bliebe, dann täte sie besser daran, alles genau so zu tun, wie er wollte. Sonst würde er auf sie warten, wenn sie abends mit dem Bus vom Volleyball nach Hause kam. Und er würde sie sich nehmen.Sie zweifelte nicht daran. Deshalb verhielt sie sich genau so, wie er von ihr erwartete. Aber es gab da noch eine andere Komponente: So widerlich das alles war, und so ekelhaft sie sich diesen Typen auch versuchte vorzustellen.