In the dead of night, Kate enveloped herself in a fox fur, leaving swathes of skin bare.
A powerfully built man knelt before her chair. Kate's bare legs, crossed elegantly, were a tantalizing sight, easily within his view should he dare to look up. But he fought to suppress the urge. He knew the consequences.
"Have you found the child's father yet?"
"I apologize, Ms. Conte. Information about the woman is scarce. We're still investigating..."
"Useless!" Kate flung the wine from her glass over him. "It's been over a week! She's just a street woman. Why is this taking so long?"
"My apologies, Ms. Conte, but it's precisely because she's a street woman that this is proving difficult." The man knelt motionless, letting the wine drip from his body. "She's always lived with her two children,
