She didn’t exactly look the same as her picture that he was given, she had short, brown, shoulder length hair instead of long blonde hair, but it wa... definitely Elisa Madison. She was a secretary who stole £500,000 from her ex-boss and took off never to be seen, until now. When he stepped into the kitchen, his intent was to arrest her. But when she cried out, he went to her without thinking about repercussions. Her blood tasted sweet on his tongue and before he could think of his actions, it. . Her head spun. All she saw was a colorful mixture of smudges flashing nonstop. The only constant was the hand dragging her and the man it belonged to. She opened her mouth to speak, to protest, but the rapid airflow suffocated the words.She came up with another idea to get his attention. It took a lot of effort, but gradually she managed to lift her arms, till her hands made it to his wrist and touched.It was a bad idea. His temperament was awful, unlike anyone who ever treated her, a. No-one knows where I am, and now no-one knows where you are either.''I'll unpack my stuff and think. Which way are we going at the moment?''South-east, more or less.' She unlatched her seatbelt and climbed into the back again. I heard her moving about as she put things away, then the noise of the curtains being drawn, and suddenly a pair of panties floated over the back of the seat and landed in my lap.'You'd better find somewhere to park, ' she said. 'I feel faint so I've had to loosen my. Tonight the table sits in a different house, one we built together. It is still lovely, and the curly maple whorls are as familiar to us now as the backs of our own hands. Today, everything about you is more indescribably exquisite to me than it was even then. At that time, the softness of your voice, the lushness of your lips, the gracefulness of your movements were new to me, and to this day, remain unique to my experience. Your hair was a bit long, and the rich brown curls you sported made.