Sitnikov let out an involuntary sound of disgust and snapped, "Of course not!"

"No?" she said. "Then why did you bring me here. This doesn't seem like a place you would bring the woman you want to have sex with."

She rolled over to look at him. Her arms remained wrapped around her middle, protectively. He hated the accusing look in her eyes, tempered with fear of him. He'd wanted to frighten her into talking, but he didn't like the result his actions got. "Jane, I could ...