Hook stared at the strumpet lying on the bed. The powdered wig she wore lay skewed on her head, revealing a hint of frizzy brown beneath. Her painted face, with the fake mole over her top lip, and doxy red lips made his stomach curdle.
Drink made him do stupid things.
Shaking her shoulders roughly he woke her up. “Get out,” he growled the moment she opened bloodshot eyes.
Curling his lips, he slipped his boots back on. “Out. Now.”
“But… but…” she sputtered and turned his back on her.
“Woman, I’ll give you two seconds to gather your unmentionables, get out of my cabin, because so help me, if you don’t…I’ll toss you overboard.”
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