Heat?The look confused me, but I tore my eyes away anyway more glad than ever than my tan skin and the darkness of the room were concealing the blush ...hat was probably consuming my whole body.After a few awkward seconds of silent, I looked back at him. “Now tell me your secret,” I demanded in an attempt to change the topic and distract from my humiliating admission.He still didn’t say anything though, and I was about to hurry his thought process when his hands were suddenly holding my head and. Taft, I don't expect you know much about me," she said with a cruel smile.Her smile was almost as cold as the air outside the cabin. "It's been a long time since I was involved in an investigation. I doubt I could be of much help." Actually I still doubted she could get the kind of cooperation necessary for an outsider to do any good at all."Mr. Taft, I understand the going rate for investigators is five hundred a day, plus expenses. I will pay that willingly." Mrs. Winslow, I think it would be. Her eyebrows were dark, darker than her face, and her lips were plump and red. Her hair was tied into a bun, tilted to one side. The shawl she wore covered her belly and chest, but that only made the sage more curious.“Now we proceed to the next stage,” he said and led her to his bedroom. Once inside, he hooked the lantern from a ceiling beam. Nandini looked around the room. There was a bed in the corner, a broken-down thing that was damp and smelly. The floor was wet.It must have been because. I pulled her up and we kissed, our tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths.“Fuck me,” she breathlessly pleaded.“Not here,” I said.She took my hand and pulled it around herself and placed it on her bare ass, as we kissed.“I have to have you,” she said.“Not in here,” I repeated.She took a step back, unfastened the button on her above the knee skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor. She stepped back in close to where I was still seated on my desk, pressing herself against my erection,.