"Did you…" he said, pausing for effect, his eyes dancing, his question hanging, "Fall for her… after fucking her?"
I froze, my breath catching, my face flushing, the memory of Elizabeth's body, her moans, her dominance in the red room crashing back.
"What? No!" I said, my face twisting in disgust and awkwardness, my voice sharp, my hands gripping the chair arms. "Why would I?" My cheeks burned, the idea absurd, Elizabeth's commanding presence in the red room a storm I'd survived, not a romance.
Jonathan coughed, leaning back, his hands raising in mock surrender, his grin fading slightly, "Just asking," he said, his voice light, teasing, his eyes still dancing, the red room's heat a joke he couldn't resist.
