"Anyway, until you sort things out with your fiancée, you're not allowed to touch me!"
"Still jealous? I've never seen you get this worked up before!" Elliot Sheridan chuckled, his handsome hand caressing Georgia Thorne's indignant face. "Joanne Donovan has nothing to do with me!"
"You old men are the biggest players. I don't believe you!" Georgia Thorne slapped his hand away, picked up her clothes from the floor, and started walking out.
'Old man?'
Elliot Sheridan turned to the side, his eyes fixed on Georgia Thorne's retreating figure. The young woman had a slender waist, and a suggestive image flashed through his mind.
Georgia Thorne's throat was sore, so she kept drinking hot water.
A leisurely holiday was supposed to be for sleeping in, lazing around at home, watching TV, and then sleeping some more.
