Chapter 18
Loretta watched Karl close the door, shaking her head. She couldn't remember encountering a man who was more maddening and more compelling at the same time.
He wanted her here, he obviously wanted to take her, and he still wasn't playing along. He'd even stacked up blankets and a pillow at the end of that awful, beat-up couch before she got here. She could see the lumps in it, and it wasn't nearly long enough for those legs of his.
No matter. There were plenty of ways to get through a little resistance.
She walked around the apartment, looking in the few cabinets and drawers and the small wardrobe in his bedroom. He was right. There wasn't a damned thing worth stealing or investigating in the whole place. She needed barely two minutes to figure that out. Figuring him out was
