Emma quickly shielded herself, watching him warily. "What are you up to, Uncle? I... I might be a performing artist, but I am not selling my body."
"Really?"
"Of course!" Emma asserted. "You promised not to lay a finger on me."
Declan Darcy raised an eyebrow and counter-questioned, "Did I ever say I was going to touch you?"
"Then what do you mean...when you say you want me?"
"You think that wanting you must resort to some dirty-minded stuff?"
You!" Emma was somewhat angry now. "So you're saying I have a dirty mind?""What else? Am I the one with crooked thoughts?"
Emma felt somewhat guilty. "Then, what do you want me for? What can I do?"
Declan Darcy suddenly smiled. "You'll know in due time."
For the first time, Emma felt like a little bunny being... hunted by a big bad wolf.
Very soon, Emma found out what Uncle meant by "wanting her".
He sat in the study, staring at his computer, not even bothering to look up. "The air conditioning is too high. Lower it a bit."
