Chapter Thirteen Bigger Issues
He sat in a large, plump armchair, next to, of course, Lady Marguerite Krux. He would occasionally glance over at her as Challenger droned on, most of the time being met by an annoyed responsive glare from Marguerite.
'Why does he keep looking at me?' she thought to herself, as she glared at him… again. 'Maybe he's right? Perhaps I am sending the wrong message? He is handsome enough, older, but handsome! And rich, but I'll have to "live" with him for the expedition, so no one-night stands… at least, not yet?' she smiled at the thought of a one-night stand with the handsome hunter.
About an half hour had come and gone, and Challenger still went on, and on, and on… all about this expeditions "scientific-importance", and sheer "obligation