She liked the way he looked at her, and those gray-green eyes could reduce women to puddles of mush...she was sure. Alistair was every bit as attractive, but Tom was a bit gentler. Not "nice" by any means, but less evil than Alistair. At his words, she sighed. She knew he was right. Alistair would be worse...even though she felt a strange draw to him.<br/><br/>She swallowed and wanted to bit back at his words, but she didn't. Instead, she forced herself to take a deep breath and bend over. Turning away from him, she placed her hands on the wall and leaned over, pushing her ass toward him and making her close her eyes in embarrassment. He'd find her swollen and wet for him, even though she was still sore. His soothing caresses had aroused her, and she hated that her body had betrayed her.<br/><br/>"What you say is not true, but I can see that I will not convince you of that tonight. So be it."<br/><br/>Her voice grew a bit huskier, and she spoke more softly.<br/><br/>"I...I suppose you're going to...fuck...me now?"<br/><br/>She didn't like to say that word, but it seemed like the only thing that fit.