Chapter 89

“At least a week,” she’d said to him when he’d asked her how long it had been since she’d had sex. He’d thought she was joking. With hindsight, he conceded that she might not have been. A woman with her obviously high sex drive probably had a hot date every Saturday night.

A black jealousy ripped through Sebastian at the thought of her doing the things she’d done with him last night with any other man. He couldn’t change the past and obliterate her previous lovers, but he aimed to make sure she understood there would be no other men during the next month. Mistresses gave their lovers exclusive rights to their bodies.

At least, they were supposed to. But mistresses didn’t always do what they were supposed to do, Sebastian accepted. And neither would Angela. She would run her own race, make her own rules. He hadn’t stipulated exclusiveness on that piece of paper. A bad mistake on his part. He wouldn’t mind betting she hadn’t made any mistakes with her written demand.