Steady footsteps approached, and the scent of someone drew near...
Before Rebecca Quentin could react, she was embraced from behind.
Howard Geoffrey's voice, thick with desire, whispered in Rebecca Quentin's ear, "Baby..."
Rebecca Quentin spun around, feigning surprise. "You... you're back?"
Howard Geoffrey's muffled voice was close to her ear. "As soon as I hung up with you, I boarded a plane and came right back."
Rebecca Quentin gently pushed Howard Geoffrey away, asking, puzzled, "But why?"
Howard Geoffrey impatiently kissed Rebecca's lips, his voice husky with desire. "I miss you. Every time I hear your voice, I can't control myself."
"Heavens..."
Howard Geoffrey began to undo her nightgown.
But tonight, the moment Howard's fingers touched the buttons of her nightgown, Rebecca quickly covered her chest with her hands.
Howard Geoffrey paused. In the darkness, his eyes gleamed. "What's wrong? Don't you miss me?"
