She didn't mince her words.
Darcy, far from being offended, just laughed. “Feisty, aren’t we? Good. I like them spicy. It’s more fun that way.”
He swirled the wine in his glass. He had the same eyes as Oscar, but while Oscar’s were cold, Darcy’s were filled with a roguish glint.
“I hear you’re new to the scene. You must be pretty clean, then. Don’t tell me you’re still a virgin. No experience makes things less interesting.”
Yvonne continued to sip her soda slowly, a small smile playing on her lips, showing no sign of shyness.
Darcy relaxed a little. A virgin would have been blushing to the roots of her hair by now. This one clearly had some experience.
“So, what are you into? What kind of toys have you played with? Vibrators? Threesomes? Don’t worry, my ‘friends’ are all good-looking and know what they’re doing.”
Yvonne swished the soda in her can, her gaze drifting down to Darcy’s crotch with a mocking smile. “As capable as you are, Mr. Rogers?”
Darcy was the second son of the Rogers family, Oscar’s younger brother. In her past life, Yvonne had met him a few times.
Back then, as Bennett’s girlfriend with the backing of the Thompson family heir, Darcy had been nothing but sycophantic. She never would have guessed he was this depraved in private.


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