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Rebecca Bernadette Mance
THE LETTER
THE LETTER
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Everyone had a price. What was Victoria Riley's price? William the banking tycoon in San Francisco was going to find out. Then she would be his possession. He was a Worthington after all, and a Worthington always got what he wanted....
Mini-Excerpt: William paused, his glass mid-air, his eyes probing hers intently."What is there to talk about? I understand exactly what you want from me, I think it was clear from your father's letter."
He took a slow drink from his wine glass while watching her over the rim. "His letter in fact explained everything quite clearly and with a great deal of vigor."
"I wonder . . ." he started, then paused, looking at his index finger caressing the stem of his wine glass making subtle patterns over the crystal. Her heart lurched in reaction and a shiver passed through her.
"Has it occurred to you, Victoria, that I might want something from you?" he asked his voice velvety and his eyes crashed hot back into hers.
The wind left Victoria's lungs. Had she heard him correctly?
"From me? What could I possibly have that you would want?" She stopped when his eyes burned her with their heat. Her lips parted and the question fell from her lips in a quivering whisper, "What do you want from me?"
Mini-Excerpt: William paused, his glass mid-air, his eyes probing hers intently."What is there to talk about? I understand exactly what you want from me, I think it was clear from your father's letter."
He took a slow drink from his wine glass while watching her over the rim. "His letter in fact explained everything quite clearly and with a great deal of vigor."
"I wonder . . ." he started, then paused, looking at his index finger caressing the stem of his wine glass making subtle patterns over the crystal. Her heart lurched in reaction and a shiver passed through her.
"Has it occurred to you, Victoria, that I might want something from you?" he asked his voice velvety and his eyes crashed hot back into hers.
The wind left Victoria's lungs. Had she heard him correctly?
"From me? What could I possibly have that you would want?" She stopped when his eyes burned her with their heat. Her lips parted and the question fell from her lips in a quivering whisper, "What do you want from me?"
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