Painful ParadiseChapter 15
Paul made her vacate the bed, and he flopped down on it himself. He placed his coiled whip just above his head on the pillow. "Come here and wake up this sleeping beauty, Pal baby," he said. She studied his lean, bronzed body, and the way it gave the impression of potential anneal vitality, even in repose. Like a tawny lion, lazing in the tall grass, waiting for an already overworked lioness to do his bidding. Or more like a maverick Indian buck, one of the shiftless ones that inspire...