Chapter 12 - Dreaming... of him?

Cree silently paced about the mansion, recalling her visage before tucking her under the covers. His heart was still pounding, and pacing would help. She had appeared indignant, but her face was red like beetroot, and desire had been evident from how she had gazed at him. Unfortunately, she probably didn't have the control over she was thinking at that time, under the influence of alcohol. She had pulled on the sleeve of his tee in her intoxication. However, he hadn't wanted to take advantage of her vulnerability at that moment.