Kat Martin - The Bride's Necklace

“Good afternoon, my lord.”

“I just wanted to check, make certain you have everything in order for tonight.”

“Yes, my lord. I was just making out the place cards.”

“You understand how the guests should be seated?” He seemed so aloof, so distant, as if he had never had the slightest interest in her at all. She wished her interest in him would fade as quickly.

“The guests should be seated by rank, my lord.”

He nodded. “Then I shall leave the matter in your hands.” Turning, he walked away. Tory watched him disappear down the hall, trying not to notice the width of his shoulders, the long legs and graceful way he moved. She tried to ignore those strong hands and the memory of them caressing her breasts, stroking over her nipples. She tried not to think of the overwhelming pleasure he had made her feel.

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