Basil Jaak lay in bed, smelling the residual fragrance stuck to his fingers, picturing the romantic scene from earlier. No matter how he tried, sleep eluded him.
"Is Xenia Wendleton playing hard-to-get or rejecting me outright?" Basil wondered if he was losing touch with his intuition, unable to grasp her intentions. He sighed lightly.
Meanwhile, Xenia lay awake in her bed, blushing at the thought of the embarrassing scene. She quickly wrapped herself in the bedclothes. Could he have mistaken her for a loose girl now?
Oh, what a disgrace!
Just as Basil and Xenia felt particularly conflicted about the previous incident, Basil's phone rang again.
Basil glanced at the screen; the call was from Yetta Astir again. Basil wondered to himself, "What could this woman possibly want at this hour?"
Confused though he was, Basil picked up the phone.
"Ah! Finally, you pick up." Yetta scoffed.
