Читать книгу The Wastrel - Margaret Moore, Paul Hammerness - Страница 3
Оглавление“You expect me to behave better than you, Miss Wells?”
Paris asked softly, a wry smile playing about his lips.
“Yes, I do,” Clara answered, trying to sound determined, all her effort threatening to be undone by the pleasure his touch sent thrilling through her.
“You present me with an interesting dilemma. Most people believe me to be the epitome of wasted profligacy, yet you seem to think me to be an honorable nobleman. I wonder why, and which you would truly prefer?”
“I expect you to be honorable all the time,” she said, her pulse throbbing in her ears, her breathing rushed and shallow. She felt like a moth trapped in the flame of his eyes. Suddenly, he blew out her candle, trapping her in the darkness.
“That would be your mistake,” he murmured, and she felt his arms go around her and draw her to him....
