Charlotte negotiates

"I may be drunk." Conceded Jason Worthington, "but you, Charlie are not as virtuous as you pretend to be." Charlotte pulled back the sheet taking advantage of the brief pause in Mr. Worthington's **** to shift further from her would-be suitor.

"I know what you've been doing Charlie." Jason chanted in a sing-song voice that made him sound like a school boy half his age. "Miss Charlie has been petting her little kitty." His chuckling was making her mad, but instead of lashing out Charlotte tried once again to reason with the drunkard.

"You caught me, Jace." She smiled at the leering man, "but now that you know my little secret, you have to leave. We can discus it when you are sober." Hopefully, Jace wouldn't remember a thing from tonight and that would be the end of this humiliating encounter. Jason however was not so easily put off.

"Let my help darling Charlotte." He shifted closer to her again resting his hand on her lap. "Many women have told me that my fingers can bring them to Heaven's gates." Charlotte had to keep from slapping the man why did he think that she would be impressed with his skill in seducing multiple partners? But she placed her hand on his chest instead, if she made a scene and was caught in this compromising position her father would insist on their marriage. Will or no will, if Charlotte was discovered with Jason in her bed she would likely find herself married to a man who she despised. Instead of slapping him Charlotte told a most outrageous lie.

"I'd like that Jace." She whispered deliberately widening her eyes, "But I'm afraid I'd be too loud. You heard me when I was touching myself, I can only imagine how much louder I would be if you were the one..." nothing in Charlotte's experience had prepared her for this kind of blatant flattery, and in truth, it was probably only Jason's drunken condition (even with his inflated sense of himself) that allowed him to believe her.

"I can help keep you quiet!" He countered, again reminding Charlotte of a spoiled schoolboy in a toy shop hoping to bring home the latest fancy novelty. Charlotte smiled sweetly and patted him on the cheek.

"But at Saint Teresa's, there is no one around for miles, it's perfect. The old stone walls look like a ruined castle, I could be a princess chained to the rocks; a virgin sacrificed to the ogre that lives there, and you could be the knight that rescues me." Charlotte could see Jason starting to lose his single-minded focus as he was distracted by the picture she painted in his imagination. "Can you just imagine how this chaste maiden might reward her hero knight right there in those ruins? And in that isolated location I could be as loud as I wanted."

"Yes, I see." Jason agreed and let Charlotte climb from the bed to stand at his side. "Or I could be the ogre who forces my massive organ into the struggling young princess's tightly sealed snatch, making her scream in pain as I tear her open." His nasty chuckle made Charlotte's stomach tighten, but she agreed without protest as she pulled him to his feet and guided him to the door.

"Sure Jase, we can talk about whatever you'd like best tomorrow." With a gentle push Charlotte got the drunken suitor out of her chamber and before he could stop her, closed and locked the door in his face. Why oh why hadn't she thought to take that simple precaution earlier? She prayed silently as she walked back to her bed that the man would wake up in the morning with the biggest headache of his life and no memory at all of this conversation. There was a vicious side to Mr. Worthington's fantasies that she wanted nothing to do with.