His grip distorted her face with the pressure. She looked less pretty, ugly even, with the smear that her tears made of her heavy make up."Listen, you...bleeding whore." He brought his face close to hers. His breath smelled sweet, like the mint candies some of her clients would use. "I need to know your name. The real one. The one you were born with."She sobbed."Now, are you going to tell me?"She nodded her head as best she could with the hold he had on her head. He released it. She jerked her. He explained his predicament over several large ones, a trouble shared and all that crap, and knowing Anne and her temper his friends thought his situation funny, as by now all three were getting a lot more …well…let say free with their comments, perhaps the drink helping…more than a little! It was the tall thin Charlie who mentioned he had “always fancied Anne,” it was more a thought that slipped out than a proper comment, and one he immediately realised he should not have let out, but he. "you seem like you need someone to talk to, what's on your mind" I'm stressed, I hate my jo, I want something I can be passionate aboutsomething new do" well I run a business and wouldn't mind another employee" handing herhis business card to one of his private establishment "it's anunorthodox jobs but it pay well, we even give potential employee aweek's trial with pay" That sounds great, its sounds more interesting then what I'm doing now" good I'll take you their myself you'd have a hard time. .sheesh."Cain smiled. "I just don't want to be the instigator of you ruining your life. You've got a lot going for you."She put her small hand on his face and kissed him. "You may have opened a door, but I'll be careful," she said.He growled in his throat and kissed her back, pulling her into him.She put both hands on his chest and pushed him back. "Wait a sec," she said. She jumped down and grabbed the cushion from the floor and put it back in its proper place next to him. Then she saw his.