Veronica's Point of view

"Wait a minute; I'm not going to do it here." He slid out his hand into my jeans and grasped both of my shoulders, yanking me away from him slightly.

"Why?" I regarded his statements with a grimace.

"Perhaps someone will see us."

"Are you fearful of damaging your reputation?"

“What? No!”

"So, why? Are you worried that someone would see you and realize what you're doing is embracing a prostitute?"

"Not at all..."

"If so, why ?!" I couldn't stop myself from yelling. As I screamed, I bent my head.

“Look, Veronica. Whatever you assume, it is not the case." He straightened my damp hair...