“That might be arranged … flattery, after all, will get you everywhere.”
“It is a powerful force, sweetling. Would you like a drink? A bite?”
“A bite of you, maybe,” Summer murmured, sliding closer. “Maybe some of that beauty will rub off on me.”
“That might be arranged … flattery, after all, will get you everywhere.”
“It is a powerful force, sweetling. Would you like a drink? A bite?”
“A bite of you, maybe,” Summer murmured, sliding closer. “Maybe some of that beauty will rub off on me.”