Nothing. Let her get comfortable

After entering the house, Gray found a comfortable seat in the living room and relaxed. Once again, Samson was itching to get at her, but by now he trusted Gray to do the necessary marinating.

Clearly unsure of what this strange man was going to do, Violetta took advantage of his inaction and quickly departed from the room. She stayed gone. Eventually, Gray picked up a magazine. Samson could only imagine how she was coping with the flood of pheromones Gray had released practically into her face. He admired her determination and strength in resisting it, but he and Gray both knew that no mortal could stave off the urges forever.

They were proved right when they saw a shadow of movement in the corner of their eye as they read. Violetta was standing against the window wearing only underwear. There was a stricken look on her face, as if she could not believe what she was doing. A grin spread across Gray's face. Nothing made it more fun than finding a woman with enough spirit to push back. He waited.

There was no audible crack in the room when her resistance finally broke, but Samson thought there might as well have been given the suddenness with which Violetta acted. In a moment she was at his side, taking him by the hand, pulling him into another room. Gray was curious to see where she would take them. His hunch proved correct when they stepped into the bedroom.

Once they were in the room, Gray broke off from her grip and gave her the lightest of shoves. She fell backward onto the bed. Perhaps involuntarily, her back arced into a seductive pose that let him admire her form.