She gave him a sweet, pouty look. "I'll let you do anything you want with me." Her tongue moistened the pink gloss on her lips.
He was unable to focus on anything else. He felt his heart beating and a rising wave of heat.
"Come on," she said softly, "whether we play around on this big bed for an hour or so isn't going to make any difference to anybody."
He had a warm growing feeling that she was making perfect sense. The warmer he got, the more sensible she sounded. He wasn't part of this situation anyway. He could do whatever he wanted. They could lose themselves in bliss for an hour and drift away from this damn situation.
She ran the palm of her hand playfully around her nipples. "I say when it comes along you gotta take it."
She was right. He'd be an idiot to pass this up. They'd done it before, so they do it again, would make no difference at all. He'd never be in a situation like this again. Besides, he deserved it. It was the only reasonable thing to do.
"Be smart, Ray. Come closer."
He fought the intense feeling. He blinked hard and shook his head trying to do away with the thought. At last, he caught his breath and inhaled deeply. He backed up, still shaking his head.
His head was clearer now. It was back to business, the business of getting out of this woman's life. He checked his watch. "Look, it's eleven now. I'll make you a deal. I'll wait until three before I go to the police. That's four hours. You can spend the time squirming around on that bed deceiving yourself about whether they'll catch you. However, I suggest you get dressed and go find a lawyer."
Mercifully, she closed her legs, sat up and brushed her hair back with her hand. "So, you'll try to find Tammy?"
"Okay, I'll try to find her and explain what she needs to do. Then you turn yourself in." That would be one way out of this, he thought and it might work. Once Tammy reports the rape then Loraine would feel better about coming forward. If she doesn't, then he'll go to the police anyway and explain what he knows.
She seemed to go along with it. "I don't know where Tammy is now. Maybe she's scared, maybe she ran. I'll give you her address and unlisted phone number. Just don't get cozy with her." She pointed to a motel note pad. "You can nose around. Could be she left a message with a neighbor or something. What's your phone?"