Jennet fell on her bum, sprawled wide before the blond. “Don’t look at me!” she barked madly at him.
She immediately clasped her leg and pulled the blanket to cover her body. Her face was as red as deep-fried lobsters.
Hue giggled. “I’m sorry, but you who showed everything to me. I couldn’t help but stare at you.” He grinned and crawled to the bed. Meanwhile, she scooted back, avoiding him.
He pulled the blanket that she refused to let go of. “Honey, my identity is not some information that I can share easily. I require payment for the information,” he said.
“If you are talking about money, I don’t have much after compensating the victims,” Jennet replied.
“Money is not the only form of payment, dear. All I want is the joy of torturing you in bed. Pleasure and passionate love combined, isn’t it nice?” He chuckled. “Let us relive the moment from last night.”