"Wh-what do you mean?" her pretty face wrinkled into a frown as she tried to fathom the depths of his mind.

"Simple. I've got something you need-influence. And you've got something I could use. Yes sir, something I could make very good use of," his even white teeth flashed at her. "You're a regular little spitfire, but I admire a woman with guts-specially when she comes all tied up in a pretty package like you do."

"I'm afraid I don't understand you," Sally said coldly, beginning to move around the desk with her eye on the door. But her heart was plummeting. God, had she ruined everything?

"Let me make it crystal clear, then," Blodgett stood up, too. He turned around and closed the door, than faced the trembling young wife. "I like you. And after we got to know each other better, I think you'd like me. As for that husband of yours, I didn't like the way he shot his mouth off the other day and if I do anything to help him get the store it will only be because of his pretty little wife and how nice she is to me."

Sally had reached the door but found her path blocked by Blodgett's sturdy figure. Her heart was pounding wildly and her beautiful face was flushed with embarrassment and anger. "Let me pass," she snapped, "I can see I've only wasted my time in coming here!"

He reached out and seized her, drawing the full length of her body tightly against his and holding her there, immovable. Gasping with shock, she beat ineffectually at his chest with her little fists, meanwhile feeling his belt buckle digging into her flesh just under her breasts and further down, something hard that poked into her stomach and could only be… oh, God! She was enveloped in the pleasant spicy smell of his shaving lotion as he forced her face upward to meet his.

His open mouth enclosed her small lips and his powerful tongue inserted itself between her clenched teeth… pushing… pushing into her throat. With a muffled, strangling cry and with all her strength Sally succeeded in twisting away, ducking her head out of the reach of his lewdly thrusting tongue. At the same time she freed her right hand and slapped him just as hard as she could, so that her palm smarted from the impact.