Anne had been easy prey. But it was this angel that he really wanted, she challenged him with her eyes as no woman had before. He tried to keep calm around the midget goddess but his desires were hard to control and his timing was poor. As he grappled with the urge to embrace her, from around a corner strode an unsettling man with eyes of steel and a manly, jutting jaw. It was her father, he knew, and so he moved on this time. The sweat chaffed between his thighs. He had made a fool of himself.