Chapter 77

Sebastian could easily see Angela in that kind of relationship. She would always want to be the boss, to always be on top.

The thought of her being on top of him did things to his body which hadn’t been done so savagely since he was a teenager. He winced then tried to rearrange the bulge in his trousers to ease his discomfort, but it was a lost cause. Nothing was going to solve his problem, nothing except full body contact with Angela.

As Sebastian turned into the street where Ward’s home and stables were located, he vowed to succeed in making Angela go out with him—and go to bed with him—even if he had to sell his soul to the devil to do so!

The sight of her blue BMW parked at the kerb right outside Ward’s front gate gave Sebastian's black resolve a momentary jolt. She was there, waiting for him to make a fool of himself. No escape now, not unless he wimped out. And Sebastian was no wimp.

For a split-second the car-lined street almost gave him an excuse