“Miss Clifford, please stop,” James groans. “You’re accusing me of some awful things—do you want to know the truth?”
“That depends,” Jessica says, still hitting him. “Is it actually the truth or are you trying to trick me?”
“I didn’t drug you,” James says, looking deep into her eyes. “When I found you, you flirted with me and started to undress. I immediately knew that something was wrong—you dress provocatively, but I know you don’t normally seduce men. I guessed that you’d been drugged and tried to make you take a cold bath, but you refused.
“You told me you needed me. My God, Jessica, no woman has ever talked to me that way before. No woman has ever touched me the way you touched me. Believe me, I tried to refuse, but there’s only so much a man can resist. You started to undress me
