Rebecca paused for a moment. Being his woman might be every woman's dream, and how could it be embarrassing? Yet, she was merely his bed partner, a commodity with a clear price tag of half a million.
Her silence waned his patience. He gazed down at her without blinking, and then he narrowed his dark eyes, with a tinge of dangerous emotion.
As footsteps were approaching, before Rebecca thought their relationship was to be exposed, he swiftly grabbed her hand and moved to a corner of the staircase.
He observed her panicked expression with a malicious sense of amusement. His broad hand sneaked under her thin dress, the smooth skin beneath provoking a compelling itch inside him.
He could be all over her right there, right now.
Rebecca's face stiffened. She certainly did not want to engage
