Chapter 9

With her hair secured at her crown it was now possible to see the slender arch of her delicious throat, with skin as delicate as pale China. It was a delectable delicacy that Simon found himself aching to taste. Presumably that wasn’t completely out of the question, if Sara and Mark really weren’t together.

He straightened slowly. "That’s a pity, because the only thing that I’m in the least interested in talking about this evening is your personal life."

Those eyes widened warily. "I don’t understand."

"No?" Simon found himself watching intently as she moistened those peach-glossed lips before speaking again.

"I understood from our phone conversation earlier today that you wanted me here at five o’clock so that we could discuss possible new designs for the décor in your apartment."

Simon smiled slightly. "I don’t remember so much as mentioning any designs for my apartment during our brief conversation this morning."

"Well…no," she conceded slo