Bryan was on her little kitchen cooking soup in a saucepan. Her nostrils quivered, she realised she was mildly hungry, but she was much too angry to stop and think of that. There was something much more important on her mind.

'You took my clothes off while I was asleep, you bastard, didn't you?' she accused him hoarsely.

Bryan turned, his eyes lazily mocking. 'You mean you only just remembered?'

'I thought' I was dreaming', she began and saw his eyes narrow, gleam.

'You have interesting dreams, I must say'. She felt the provoking drift of his eyes down over her body and pulled the lapels of her velvet dressing...