“Is it here?” Brent caressed Beverley’s red lips. From that close position, he could smell the soapy scent of her body.

“No.” Beverley immediately caught the man’s hand. “He seems to hate you,” she said softly.

“I know.” Brent was not bothered. He had long known how much Billy Mason hated him. However, the more the man hated him, the more he wanted to bully him.

“Where did he touch you, Beverley?” Brent gritted his teeth. He wanted to know which part of Beverley’s ...