"What are you trying to do?!"
Her voice was sharp with terror.
Henry Ford raised his hand, elegantly loosened his tie, and said warmly, "Now that everything is out in the open, I suppose I don't need to pretend to be a gentleman anymore. I want to be with you in bed, Iris; in Casselvia, we don't have the tedious rule against premarital cohabitation."
Iris Harris looked at him in disbelief. She could hardly imagine how Henry Ford could use that saintly face to utter words like "I want to sleep with you"!
"Henry Ford, you are simply unreasonable!" She struggled to get up from the bed but was easily pushed back by the man's hand on her shoulder. Henry Ford's hands were long and handsome, yet at this moment, where he touched her, she wished she could dig it out herself! He made her feel disgusted!
What premarital, what cohabitation?
She hadn't even agreed to marry him, for crying out loud!
