Chapter 2 (cont.)
She had a bad feeling about this. “Everything was here when we arrived.” She snatched the statue out of his hands and looked at it. There was a man and three women and they were--
“Dear God!” She stuffed it behind one of the couches. As soon as she got rid of Mr. Parker-Roth, she would examine all the knickknacks and pack away the inappropriate ones before the twins found them. This looked like just the sort of room ten-year-old boys would love. “Apparently collecting erotic--I mean exotic--items runs in my father’s family.”
“Apparently.” The annoying man had found another inappropriate sculpture on the mantel.
“Will you put that down?”
“I don’t know. It’s rather...stimulating, don’t you think?” Mr. Parker-Roth sent her a heated look. His thumb was rubbing slowly over the brass woman’s extremely prominent breasts.
“No, of course not.” If he wanted prominent breasts, he would have to look elsewhere.
And why was she thinking of breasts at all? How shocking.
Her body wasn’t shocked. Her little breasts felt oddly sensitive, almost achy, as if they’d like Mr. Parker-Roth to touch them as he was touching the statue. “Didn’t you drag me in here to discuss our b-betrothal?”
He put the statue back on the mantle and smiled. “Yes, I did.” His voice sounded like sin as he came toward her. He looked like sin.
He’s the King of Hearts, you ninnyhammer. Seduction is his middle name.
She looked for a sturdy settee to dodge behind, but the damn room had nothing so conventional. She grabbed a fat pillow instead and held it in front of her like a shield.
He stopped a good two feet from her and frowned. “You aren’t afraid of me, are you, Anne?”
“Of course not.” God help her! His look of concern made him even more alluring.
She wasn’t afraid of him; she was afraid of herself.
What was the matter with her? Had she forgotten the last time she’d let her body rule her head? Ten years ago, she’d gone with Lord Brentwood into Baron Gedding’s garden and come back without her virginity. She would not be so stupid as to make that mistake again.
Well, she couldn’t, could she? Virginity once lost was gone forever.