Anabella's POV:
Randolph had booked us a table at Silicon Valley's most exclusive French restaurant, tucked into the pulsing heart of the city's busiest boulevard.
My burgundy high-necked gown hid everything perfectly. The marks he had left scattered across my chest and throat still tingled beneath the fabric.
A smirk crept onto my face at the memory of last night's passion. Every touch had set my skin ablaze, and every peak had left me breathless and trembling. After years of numbness, he had reminded me how it felt to be truly desired.
Why had it taken me so long to see his feelings? But no, it was not too late now.
Thank God it had been him last night.
As for Lynne, she would get what was coming to her soon enough.
When I had left Edmund's suite earlier, he had struggled to speak
