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lared, striding purposefully past her to the phone on the coffee table.
"I'm t-terribly s-sorry," she stammered, his unexpected threat breaking the spell.
"I'm sure you are. Everyone's sorry when they've been caught."
"I wasn't here to steal, honestly, I just wanted to, uh…"
"To what?"
"This is s-so embarrassing."
"Embarrassing or not, I suggest you continue."
"I'm really sorry. I, uh, I wanted to know more about you."
"So you broke into my cabin?"
"I thought you were interesting when we met boarding the ship, but I haven't seen you anywhere. Not in the dining room, on deck, anywhere."
"Why didn't you just knock on my door?"
"I, uh, don't exactly know," she answered sheepishly, feeling like a foolish teenager as her face flushed deep red. "Would you please just let me leave? This is painful, literally painful."
"Painful? I'm not sure you know the meaning of the word," he remarked, taking a step towards her. "I see you're interested in that book."
Realizing the steamy novel was still in her hands, she hastily dropped it back on the side table.
"Sorry."
"Pick it back up."
"Excuse me?"
"I said, pick it back up."
A rush of tantalizing tension gushed through her body.
"No? Then I will."
As she watched in scarlet-faced horror, he strode past her, lifted the scandalous paperback and opened it to the bookmarked page.
"The hot sting burned Susan's naked backside, the feather tickling between her pussy lips had her dripping with desire, and she longed to plead for her release, but he had instructed her not to make a sound."
Brittany prayed desperately for the floor to split apart and swallow her in one, large, purposeful gulp.
"Tell me, Brittany, why do you suppose Susan had a hot, stinging backside?"
She wanted to answer him, but once again her voice failed her. Not only had her heart become a jackhammer, her nipples betrayed her, pressing against the thin cotton of her dress. In a vain attempt at self-protection she crossed her arms.
"I asked you a question," he said impatiently. "Why do you suppose Susan had a hot, stinging backside?"
"I, uh, I, uh..."
"Brittany, if you're not willing to answer I can always call security."
"No, please don't."
"For the last time. Why do you suppose Susan had a hot, stinging backside?"
