Chapter 7

It was a warmth that was in no way reflected in Sara's incredible brown eyes, and she made no effort to echo her escort’s enthusiasm. "We’ll wish you a good evening, then, Mr Hamilton,"

His eyes laughed down into hers. "I believe you called me Simon earlier."

"Did I?" she dismissed coolly. "How over-familiar of me!"

Not familiar enough for Simon. He turned to watch Sara and her escort cross the room to make their excuses to their host before leaving. All without those eyes giving so much as a glance back in his direction. Simon continued to watch the sensuous sway of those curvaceous hips so lovingly outlined in that clinging red gown, and made a silent promise to himself as the doorman closed the door behind Sara's departure.

A promise that one day—or night; it didn’t really matter what time it was!— he would hear Sara scream his name as he made love to her.

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Simon sipped his champagne after Sara and Mark left, and didn't know if he