Chapter Two
After the little conversation with his hostess, Charles Fraser’s evening became a whole lot brighter. He even mingled a little and spoke to a few neighbours, many of them congratulating him for the way he was bearing up under the split from Louisa. He was, though, sensing on him the eyes of the Japanese woman who might just be about to step into the shoes vacated by his former wife, careful not to pay undue attention to the few single women who made a beeline to him.
There was a bigger, if less attractive, fish about to be snared on his line.
He had a pretty good idea of what it was she wanted to discuss – even if she did, like the rest of the women he had lived off, try to dress it as a mutually beneficial arrangement rather than a simple hunger for the s*x they knew he cou
