Chapter 84

James could unfortunately see Helena from the corner of his eye, her rounded breasts beneath the silk, the contours of her slender waist making her look like a true work of art. He caught the scent of her skin—floral. He noticed the sway of her hips as Helena walked toward him, her black hair cascading down her back. The silk nightgown was so thin that he could see the entire outline of her body.

His erection was immediate, and James felt terribly guilty about it. He closed his eyes, trying to avoid looking at her. He pressed the pillow harder against his lap and sensed her weight as she sat next to him. Keeping his eyes shut, James knew he had to say something, so he gathered the courage, opened his eyes, and reluctantly looked at her.

In that moment, James agreed with the Elder. Her beauty was stunning—red lips, rounded breasts, skin like silk. But as he looked closer into her gray eyes, he saw sadness in them.

What would make him different from all those males w