“Don’t let me catch you talking to him again, Zara. You’re not here for him.” “We were just talking.” “It’s never that simple with him. If he was nice to you it’s because he wants something from you.” “What could he possibly want? I’m here to help you, just like he asked.” He puts his lips even closer to my ear as the hand he held at my stomach moves down to cup my sex. “Gosh, I wonder, Zara. What else could he possibly want?”
