CHAPTER 9: Lee
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Lee wanted to drag Desiree into a private room and tear off her clothes, but this lady was scared shitless. She was putting on a brave front but her pupils were dilated and her breathing was rapid. He’d trained many a filly in his years and just like the horse, she needed a soft touch and kind words before she’d be ready to ride. “It’s just a dance, darlin’. In a room full of other people, I might add.”
“Right.” She smiled sheepishly at him as she placed her hand in his.
He swore his knees almost buckled. This woman’s smile could melt glaciers. He tightened his grip around hers. “Are you cold? Your hand is freezing.” He rubbed it between his.
“No.” She glanced at him from under her lashes. “Just a little nervous.”
That practiced ploy didn’t usually work on hi
