A Devil in Disguise
“He sipped his espresso, as harsh and black as his current mood, and eyed Drusilla over the top of it when she appeared at breakfast the next morning.
He had spent what was left of the night chasing the ghosts of his past out of his head, and failing miserably. Now, in the bright morning light, the opulence of the suite’s great room like a halo all around her, Drusilla looked her usual, sleekly professional self—and he found it profoundly irritating. Gone was the woman he’d been unable to keep from touching on the terrace in the dark, her hair out of that ubiquitous twist she favored and so soft across her shoulder, wrapped up like a sweet-smelling gift in silk and soft cashmere. Gone as if she had been no more than a particularly haunting dream.
And still, he wanted her. Then. Now. In whatever incarnation she happened to present him with.
“We are going to Bora Bora,” Cayo announced without preamble. “Have the butler order you the appropriate wardrobe.”
He might have panicked, he thoug...ht with something like black humor, if he knew how.MoreLess
He had spent what was left of the night chasing the ghosts of his past out of his head, and failing miserably. Now, in the bright morning light, the opulence of the suite’s great room like a halo all around her, Drusilla looked her usual, sleekly professional self—and he found it profoundly irritating. Gone was the woman he’d been unable to keep from touching on the terrace in the dark, her hair out of that ubiquitous twist she favored and so soft across her shoulder, wrapped up like a sweet-smelling gift in silk and soft cashmere. Gone as if she had been no more than a particularly haunting dream.
And still, he wanted her. Then. Now. In whatever incarnation she happened to present him with.
“We are going to Bora Bora,” Cayo announced without preamble. “Have the butler order you the appropriate wardrobe.”
He might have panicked, he thoug...ht with something like black humor, if he knew how.MoreLess
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