Chapter 22. Midnight-Eyed Stranger

His midnight black eyes seemed filled with the tempest that could boil over and sweep her feet from underneath her. "It is none of your business what I do or what my intentions are'' she whispered without having any idea why "Good God, you don't even know me."

The fact that she did not step back excited Maxwell beyond comprehension. The look in his eyes that had made men scramble most of the time and made some tremble only had her tilt her head back in a challenge as she gave him a defiant look. Maxwell knew he just had to have his hand on her. Her wedding ring and games, be damned.

"Oh yeah? Do you want to deny that you deliberately sat at my table, intending to make me notice you? Did you tuck your pretty little ring away just so you could have a free, wild night? Well, my lady. You have no idea just how wild the night could be," he whispered to her in a way that made her shiver slightly even as her blood heated.

"What are you talking about? Are you…" Her words d