Her kiss was hungry and eager. This was not the girl he had seen arriving here nor the girl who had been in the glass room.  This girl was more woman child who breathed with excitement as she moved from his lips.<br/><br/>Jarid listened to her thousand wants and couldn't help smiling. He too was caught up in her love of music. Her need for more of his kind of sex. He liked her. He saw her naivety as something that could be shaped into a sly cunning intelligence.  Her determination would make her formidable as a pianist perhaps even a composer, but that was his dream.<br/><br/>He adjust the tray to keep things balanced.<br/><br/>"Self control, Charlotte," he said without chiding.<br/><br/>He motioned for her to step to the left of the fire place, "Bed and bath thru that door. A good soak while we talk. You first."<br/><br/>