There were dark bags under his eyes and the deep lines running from his nose to his chin made him seem more than usually demonic or perhaps it was because in the bright sunlight he seemed to have an unnatural pallor.
“I am at your feet, Celesta!” he almost shouted and lifted her hand to his lips.
Once again she felt herself repelled by the touch of his mouth on her skin.
Without looking at him directly she was aware that his eyes were flickering over her, making her feel as if he mentally undressed her.
“I have brought you a present,” he went on.
“I have read that one should beware of the Greeks – when they come bearing gifts,” Celesta replied. “And that goes for – Londoners.”
Lord Crawthorne merely laughed as if she had said something witty and, drawing a case from his pocket, he pl
