Sophia's spider sense should have tingled at the sight of pretty maid. When the son of the house plows through any field, who would keep young and pretty girl near by? Isn't it just open invitation to ravish and ravage?
Steve had not turned completely into waste of society because he was still afraid of his parents, grandparents and cousins. Once the shame and fear passed, Steve would turn into savage version of Casanova. Who would hold him responsible in this city? Any girl who caught his fancy would become his bedmate, if lucky, a plaything, if unlucky.
That's entirely beside the point. The main issue was that there was a pretty maid.
A young pretty maid.
Still standing outside the door of Sophia. No doubt with her doe eyes wide open, the body trembling.
Where the Harts trying to check her orientation? Sophia wondered. The snacks were ticking time bombs. Even the juice was not spared. Everything in the plate was laced with aphrodisiac.
