He should be grateful for having this name!
"What do you want, exactly?"
Flossie gritted her teeth, struggling to suppress the annoyance and anger within her as she squinted and scrutinized the thick-skinned man before her.
He was composed, calm, his motives unreadable and inscrutable.
Invariably, he was the type of presence that gave people headaches.
"To sleep together."
Glenn Hutchinson slightly raises his eyebrows, uttering words that left no room for refusal.
"What if I don't agree?"
Softly counter-questioning, the coldness in Flossie's eyes intensified.
"Do you want to fight then?"
A question thrown back at her, yet Glenn Hutchinson's meaning was crystal clear.
