‘Shh,’ she hissed. ‘Don’t be preposterous.’ Diana laughed. ‘Methinks the lady doth protest too much.’ Stella turned back to the sink, busying herself with washing out her wine glass. ‘There are some similarities...’ she admitted. ‘Similarities?’ Diana hooted. ‘I knew I knew him...I just couldn’t figure out where from. I mean, hell, let’s face it, if I’d met him somewhere before I’d hardly be likely to forget him—the man’s a total hottie. And, I have to say—’ she nudged Stella ‘—looks like a total sex fiend.’ ‘Diana!’ She shrugged. ‘In a good way.’ ‘Well, don’t look at me,’ Stella muttered. ‘You know I’ve only ever been with Dale.’ Diana tisked. ‘I can’t believe you’ve never gone there...well, I mean you’ve obviously thought about it because you wrote an entire three-hundred-and-seventy-five page sexual fantasy about the man—’ ‘I did not,’ Stella denied, picking up a tea towel and briskly drying the glass.
What do You think about The Devil And The Deep (2012)?
