Page 63 of The Perfect Betrayal

He made sure not to come on too strong so as not to scare her off. In fact, when she suggested a coffee date, he had declined, knowing his reticence would only make her trust him more. He found it amusing that nowhewas playing “hard to get” like one of the many hateful shrews that would soon get their comeuppance.

He knew he had his fish on the line when she commented on his t-shirt. That was inspired. His online research had revealed that theSallymovie was among her favorites. So he knew it would melt her defenses. Sure enough, her brain turned to mush the second she saw it.

He’d already watched the putrid thing as preparation so that he could seem “evolved” when he eventually told her he’d checked it out on her advice. He had wanted to vomit when the characters started debating whether men and women could really be friends.

The discussion was a waste of time. Women weren’t put on this Earth to be friends with men. They were here for two reasons only: male pleasure and to propagate the species. Any suggestion otherwise was delusional.

Now that he had her hooked, he would reel her in slowly. She’d have no idea it was even happening. And when thetime was right, he’d yank hard, ripping through her flesh both physically and metaphorically.

He would make Hannah Dorsey suffer, and when he grew bored with that, he would end her. And the best part was that because Jessie Hunt couldn’t see him coming after her sister, she would be helpless to stop him.

Actually, that was the second best part. The true joy would come after Hunt lost her precious Hannah, when she was broken and vulnerable, a shell of herself.

That was when he’d come for her too.