Choreplay
Sheridan had been suspicious from the moment she heard David’s voice on the other end of the phone. ‘I’m coming over in fifteen minutes. Don’t ask questions, don’t argue. Trust me,’ he’d said. Worse still, he had used that damned devilish tone of his which, in the past, had caused her to make several poor decisions, none of which she regretted. Now, she was standing in shock at her front door. He wasn’t holding flowers, but instead, three full grocery bags. He brushed past her with just a...