Sloan was sitting at his desk. Reclined in his chair with his feet on the table when Azazel barges into his cabin and took his bed.
"Love, that is my bed. A woman does not lay on there unless she wants..some entertainment with me." He dropped a dagger on the surface of the table as it landed on its tip. Sloan walked over to his bed and leaned over Azazel. His arms pinning her to bed as a grin spread across his face.
"We do have a couple more hours before we reach our destination. How about I loosen you up for a bit...you look a little tense." Sloan moved his face closer to her's as his voice lowers.
"We can get to know each other...better."