Alejandro's Revenge (2003)
“It just made her feel slightly sick and she prayed she wasn’t about to throw up. That would be the last straw, she thought bitterly. The final humiliation. Somehow she had to deal with this with some dignity and pride.
But the rich food, the wine, dancing with Alejandro—especially dancing with Alejandro—had left her feeling dazed and vulnerable. And he knew it. That was why he was standing there, legs slightly apart, arms crossed over his midriff, the glass of red wine in his hand a scarlet stain against his white shirt. There was amusement in his face, too, she thought. A mocking acknowledgement of her weakness. Of how easy it had been to rob her of the veneer of indifference she’d attempted to display.
She wasn’t displaying any indifference now. On the contrary, she knew she must look a total disaster. Her hair, unruly at the best of times, was wild about her shoulders, her shorts had been pushed low on her hips and her halter clung clammily to her breasts. She looked what she was: ...a woman who had been made mad, passionate love to.MoreLess
But the rich food, the wine, dancing with Alejandro—especially dancing with Alejandro—had left her feeling dazed and vulnerable. And he knew it. That was why he was standing there, legs slightly apart, arms crossed over his midriff, the glass of red wine in his hand a scarlet stain against his white shirt. There was amusement in his face, too, she thought. A mocking acknowledgement of her weakness. Of how easy it had been to rob her of the veneer of indifference she’d attempted to display.
She wasn’t displaying any indifference now. On the contrary, she knew she must look a total disaster. Her hair, unruly at the best of times, was wild about her shoulders, her shorts had been pushed low on her hips and her halter clung clammily to her breasts. She looked what she was: ...a woman who had been made mad, passionate love to.MoreLess
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