Theresa had said 'take my hand.' Hammer had done as she was told, and at the touch of the warm flesh she felt a surge within her. A feeling at first that she couldn't identify- it was scary, but it was arousing too. She'd had thoughts of women before but never acted on them. Now it was all she could think about- it made her excited; as excited she had been the night she secretly spied on Garth and Reaver. They were so forceful with each other, and yet so tenderly yielding. The memory of that night brought a sickeningly delicious pit to her stomach. Her pulse quickened, and she let her robe slip from her shoulders and stepped into the warm bath, thinking of the two men. She began to recreate that night in her mind.
Next Chapter: Dark Wizard, Passionate Rogue.