"Ha," a light chuckle, Nicholas Croft finally realized that the little one was tangled up over this. He pinched Sophie Foster's chin again and revealed his plan, "At the end of the year, your uncle will take you home for New Year."
"Really?" Sophie's eyes gleamed with disbelief and joy. Nicholas promised again, "Really, when has your uncle ever lied to you?"
"Uncle, Lara really loves you!" Sophie coiled around Nicholas's neck, acting coy. Her bare skin clung to Nicholas's body, face. Taking a fierce drag on the cigar before placing it in the ashtray, he exhaled smoke while muttering, "Little temptress! Seducing me..."
In a whirl, Sophie was already pinned beneath him, too late to gasp, she was silenced with a kiss from Uncle Nicholas.
...
When Sophie woke up, it was almost noon. Nicholas had gone to work at the company. She rolled around in bed alone, remembered Uncle Nicholas's instructions, grabbed her phone and laid on the bed while calling Titus Zane.
