"Do you think she's ready for me?" Sean had changed into a black silk nightgown and sat down on the sofa in his room. Calmly, the man took a sip of his wine, then looked at Taylor, his personal bodyguard and confidant, who stood before him with his trademark expressionless face. "I think she is ready, but not to surrender to you, but to kill you. The look in her eyes is a hateful and murderous one," Taylor replied half-jokingly. Sean smiled slightly at this answer, "Yes, her eyes are burning and hateful. He took another sip of his wine and closed his eyes, "But you know how much I want to have her tonight. "Yes, I know," Taylor replied calmly, "are you going to force her?" "I don't like to force women, you know that." He was used to being surrounded by women who submitted to him because no woman could resist Sean Anderson's charms. With his dark hair, pale blue eyes and aristocratic face, you could almost say he was as perfect as an angel. If only his eyes weren't so cold, unf
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