She waved as Aldrich rode away before allowing her hands to drop limply to her sides.
The winner was written in stone.
His arrogance…
Expect him?
Why in the world would he suggest such nonsense? But part of her had been…tempted? Was that the right word.
Claire could still feel her hard nipples underneath the fabric of her dress.
Being so close to him had driven her to the brink of self control. His scent, the warmth of his body…
"I am so far gone." She swatted her forehead.
Her skin still tingled, especially where his breath had carressed her neck.
How gullible could she be? She was supposed to be focusing her time and attention in finding an eligible suitor instead of pining and daydreaming about a man who considered her as a 'cherished thing'.
Was it so hard for him to confess to deep emotions? Her father had been stern but never hesitated to tell her how proud of her he was, or how beautiful she looked, or how much he loved her from time to time.
