Chapter 70

But it wasn't. Hell—he didn't know what he wanted any more! She tied him in knots, he admitted, glaring at her sitting there across the table from him looking so damn beautiful in her sparkling black dress that made him think of the underwear she was probably wearing, and with her hair like silk against her shoulders.

And he didn't like the way other men were eyeing her up, he added to his list of grievances, though she didn't seem to notice, he had to confess. In fact, she couldn't look more unimpressed with a place if she tried to be!

Or maybe it was him she was unimpressed with, he pondered with a sting that made him snatch up his wine glass. Did the urbane sophistication in the bow-tie and the dinner suit, which drew the flattering attention of all the other sophisticates here, not reach her at all? When was she going to give him the answer? he added on a restless shrug of his black-silk-covered shoulders that showed how Camille was beginnin