Apologies for the delay. I've been dealing with some personal things, and haven't been inspired. Here's hoping we're back on track and you'll be getting updates more frequently.
He plotted and planned, and waited for an opportunity. An opening. She was gone for a few weeks, and even as he thought of his plan, he knew it would take some time to spring his trap. This was the part that he thrived upon; the quiet before the attack, the time when you thought and re-thought all of your strategies, your measures and counter-measures.
This was the time when he thought about her, bare before him. Because he had to face the fact that he wanted the lass naked. He wanted her in his bed, moaning and making noises of sweet satisfaction.
He wasn't sure when that fact had dawned on him, but it might have been about the time that he realized every one of his plans involved her in his bed, his hands on her lithe form. It was merely lust, borne of curiosity. A feeling he could deal with by having her once, so the curiosity would diminish. Just once was all he would need, and then she would be his. His guild's.
There was no doubt in his mind that satisfying her would make her more amenable to his suggestions. So he would wear her down the best way he knew; with a good tumble.
Aye, it was a good plan.
A good plan indeed.
He just had to wait for his opening.
