After Annabelle had fled the music room, Simon had remained there for at least a half hour, fighting to settle his roaring passion, letting the fire in his blood cool. He straightened his clothes and raked a hand through his hair, moodily contemplating his next move. "Annabelle," he muttered, more troubled and confused than he had ever been in his life. The fact that he had been brought to this state by a woman was infuriating. He, who was known as a crafty and disciplined negotiator, had made the clumsiest possible offer for her, and he had been roundly rejected. Deservedly so. He should never have tried to force her to name a price before she had even admitted that she wanted him. But the suspicion that she might be sleeping with Hodgeham...Hodgeham, of all men, had nearly driven Simon mad with jealousy, and all his usual skills had deserted him.
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Secrets of a Summer Night
RandomAlthough Annabelle Peyton had been warned all her life never to take money from strangers, she made an exception one day...and quickly discovered why she should have needed her mother's advice.
