Oh jeez, thought Irina as she looked across the table at her latest victim. Oh jeez, now I’ve done it…
His name was Hunter, and despite its masculine connotations he was the weakest, most ineffectual partner she’d ever had. At the moment, he was on the other side of the room, struggling to tie the waistband of his ridiculous “workout” pants. He couldn’t even do that much on his own.
And now she’d told him she’d had enough.
And now his cheeks were reddening, and now his lower lip was trembling — and sure enough, right on schedule: here came the waterworks…