He sat back, his grizzled eyebrows furrowing. “These are some very bizarre, and frankly, very unsettling accusations, Elizabeth.” Elizabeth frowned. She’s expected him to be shocked, certainly, but also at least a little sympathetic. She touched her earring in a nervous gesture and dropped her hand back into her lap. She’d dressed carefully that morning in one of her more conservative suits, the cut severe but feminine, the narrow skirt stopping just below the knee. Her hair was pulled back in a twist, her pearl earrings as conservative as her suit. She’d barely slept the night before. She’d stayed at Cole’s place until nearly midnight. What an amazing night it had been. They’d made love several more times, taking breaks to doze, to eat Chinese takeout, to slip into that wonderful hot tub again. Each time he’d made love to her, he’d been a little more dominant, a little more forceful. She’d thrilled to it—she couldn’t deny it. Yet she had to work the next morning, and she’d finally found the will to leave.
