“the tattered paper toward her. "Here it is." When she did not move, Diego Moresco tilted his head to one side and smiled his winning smile at her. He exuded bright, brisk confidence, with an undertone of masculine danger. The danger, she suspected, was that she found him the most masculine male she had ever encountered. Faced with the reckless, rascally attractiveness of Diego Moresco, she could scarcely recall what Derrick looked like. She looked around the room, with its Oriental furnishings lit by the warm glow from brass lamps. The scent of night-blooming jasmine drifted in from a garden through a high latticed window, along with the tinkling of a fountain. Everything was so exotic, foreign, different. She felt lost, not only a stranger in a strange land, but a stranger to herself. She felt exotic. Anything could happen. Her imagination took flights she'd never anticipated whenever she looked at Diego Moresco. She even felt beautiful when he looked at her. Which was why her ga...ze inevitably went back to his.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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