“You're back early," Thomas remarked the moment Charles stepped into his room.
“Yeah." He shrugged his jacket off, threw it on the couch and plopped down.
“Didn't you go out with that bombshell, Anabella?"
“Yeah." He crossed his long legs before him and released a frustrated sigh.
“And?"
“And, nothing," he hissed. “She's as tight as a can!" He punched the cushion in frustration, but looked at Thomas with absolute determination. “But she will open. One of these days, she will open, and I'll be there ready and waiting." He grinned devilishly, turning his attention to the show Thomas was watching.
“Are you planning something?"
“I am. She will be in my bed before she goes home. I'll just have to work better at it." He smiled a crooked smile that promised a lot of action for him, but n
