Runner: The Fringe, Book 3 (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
She rinsed her panties and bra, hung up her dress, snuggled finally into her bunk, but couldn’t sleep. Perhaps Foster wasn’t attracted to her and simply couldn’t help his reaction. Any woman in his lap would give him an erection. But it hadn’t seemed that way. He seemed interested in her. Why else would he be so careful to inform her she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to? Most men would assume that if they let her live with them, there would be an automatic sexual component to the relationship. Most men. But not the ever more complex Foster Nash. He’d seemed like a proud little boy tonight, showing her his toys. Truly he floored her when he asked her if she wanted to play, because the first thought in her mind was playing in bed. Playing the computer game, snuggled up in his lap, had been the most freedom she’d ever known in her life. He’d shown her a world she’d never known existed. Alongside the dangers inherent in his world stood a host of singular pleasures she’d never dreamed of experiencing.
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