She lifted her head and looked directly into his eyes. It was the first time she had seen him this close without the dark glasses. His eyes were ice blue and hard. His classically formed face was as impassive as she had remembered it. He was dressed in black. A black silk shirt, black trousers, black shoes, a black dress coat. He was quite tall, his broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. But it was his face that startled and excited her, the penetrating eyes, the high cheekbones, the smooth brown skin, the full lips. There was about him the unmistakable sense of power, of authority. This, finally, was the man she needed. She knew she would do anything he required. She felt she had known it from the first time she saw him at Stein’s on her wedding night.
She took a breath and was abou
