Chapter 51

It all hit Sara at once, and again she felt acutely self-conscious in her revealing dress. She hated the compulsion that had led her to wear it now. But, worse than that, she’d let herself be taken in again by a man who lived his life searching for the next thrill, the next pleasure-point. The next adoring female. She could see all too well, in a room like this, how she must have been such a novelty. And then, like watching a car crash in slow motion, she saw Simon's hand go to where the woman’s rested on his waist. He was about to thread his fingers through hers, lift her hand to his mouth. Sara knew it. But just before she could turn away her humiliation became complete. They both turned, as if they could sense her watching them.

The glittering, too-bright icy-blue gaze of the woman was mocking, triumphant. Simon's was…She didn’t wait to find out. Turning, Sara stumbled and pushed through the crowd until she was finally free of the room and burst out into the spacious and hu