Chapter Six
Viviane stared at Pierce’s outstretched hand. Her fingers twitched as she wrangled in her mind with what she’d gotten herself into. She’d never let a male mark her. She’d never much liked necking.
The first time a boy had slobbered on her neck she’d shoved him away, kicked him in the balls, and dashed into the shower. She had no idea what all the fuss was about with boys? They all seemed to want the same thing; to slobber over her neck or put their tongue in her mouth.
Viviane had steered clear of males in her youth. Unless it was out in the fields for a race, or in the playroom for a battle of wits. It was much more fun to best them at sports or games or academics. It took a male to best her in a battle of wits to make her succumb to the physical wiles.
She hadn’t minded D
