She was sitting up with the bed covers pulled up to her chin. He found himself already missing the sight of those big, luscious breasts. He frowned. How long had she been awake? Had she heard any of what had transpired between him and the twins? She continued to stare warily at him. Her eyes were a bluish-gray. Or maybe a grayish blue. It was hard to tell from where he stood. “Who are you? What do you want?” she asked. Although he could smell her fear, her voice was steady. He had to admire her courage. “Since you're in my house and in my bed,” he said, closing the door behind him, “I think it should be me asking the questions. Agreed?” She shook her head, her tangled, blonde hair swinging about her slender shoulders. “No, I don't agree. I want to know who you are, what I'm doing here and where my clothes are.” He moved towards the bed and stopped until he was just a couple of steps away. The woman's body language indicated she wanted to run, but naked as she was, he figured she knew that would put her in an even more vulnerable position.
