Chapter Three
Watching Nastassia Ride
After Sable left the gazebo at Brandyhaven, the thick, nearly palpable essence of her allure lifted. Vance felt as if chains and shackles were falling away from his body. Time to make a dash for freedom. He knew he could take Nastassia—if he could resist the temptation to take her sexually. He allowed Sable a few moments to walk out of earshot. While Nastassia locked the door again, Vance placed Sable’s camera phone on the nearest bench. He leapt toward Nastassia and grabbed her from behind.
She snorted a contemptuous, “Humph,” refusing to take Vance’s attack seriously. Then she added injury to insult. Raising her right foot, she spiked Vance’s instep with the stiletto heel of her boot. When the pain shot through him, his arms went limp. Nastassia b
