Chapter 4
Jan arrived five minutes late, but as vibrant as ever. She knocked three times then let herself in.
“Hello? It’s only me, love. Your friendly neighbourhood rapist.”
Clayton chuckled as he appeared from the kitchen. “A rapist, huh? Just my luck you’re female.”
Jan threw her Dolce and Gabbana handbag onto a nearby couch and put the other bag she was carrying down on the carpet. They hugged.
“You know you really shouldn’t leave your front door unlocked,” said Jan, giving Clayton’s back a gentle rub. “There’s some pretty freaky people out there.”
They broke their embrace. “There’s some pretty freaky people in here,” countered Clayton.
Jan returned to the bag on the floor. “Oh good! It’s going to be one of those nights.” She picked up the bag and pulled out a bottle of French c
