Pleasure Games. Daire Denis St.

neck. Lots of tendons and muscles that worked in harmony.

      And then he caught her staring. “Yes?”

      She cleared her throat and pointed at her glass. “Should I be drinking?”

      “Just a glass. It’s good for you. But then water.” He gestured to the platter of food. “Please.”

      Hesitantly, Jasmine reached for a piece of cheese. Oh, it was good, and the more she ate, the more hungry she felt.

      When was the last time she’d eaten?

      Glancing down, she noticed her dirt-smeared blouse. When was the last time she’d changed? Showered? Turning and tilting her chin in a way she hoped was inconspicuous, Jasmine gave her pits a sniff.

      Ugh. Not the freshest.

      “Um...” Jasmine began after eating a handful of nuts and three slices of meat. “I hate to trouble you, but would I be able to take a shower?”

      The man turned from where he’d been pulling items out of the small refrigerator. “It’s not a good idea.”