Howard Geoffrey sat down on the bed holding Rebecca Quentin, his thin lips close to her ear. "You smell so good..." The scent of her freshly bathed body was intoxicating and overwhelming.
Rebecca Quentin, ticklish, immediately shrugged her shoulders. "Get away!"
Howard didn't tease her further and, with a genteel smile, asked, "Would you like me to take you on a tour of a fun place on the island?"
Rebecca Quentin refused bluntly. "No."
Howard's dark eyes twinkled with mischief. "Do you want to stay here with me then...?"
"You...!"
Rebecca Quentin was both embarrassed and annoyed, biting her tongue so hard that it hurt too much to speak.
Howard's laughter became even more pronounced, but he tactfully stopped teasing her. "Let's go then!"
Rebecca Quentin said angrily, "You can go wherever you like, I'm not going!"
Howard frowned. "Why are you being so prickly, like a little hedgehog?"
