Nine years, seven months rolled away just like that and he was hit hard in the groin by a need that had never been indulged-and the accompanying frustration because she’d been forbidden. Where on earth had she got it from? Mail order? He’d never forgotten the sight of her in that get-up…her pale skin had seemed luminous next to the black silk. What Amanda wanted, Amanda got-even if it meant two hundred people got held up because of her.Īn over-indulged minx and damn if she didn’t still stir his blood-more so now, incredibly enough. But the fact was he knew what she was really like and her behaviour proved it. All polite poise and butter-wouldn’t-melt-ish. Oh, sure, now she had the ice-princess thing going on the surface. And with it came the bitterness that he’d felt towards her-back then she’d symbolised all he’d lacked and been everything he’d wanted. Despite being able to pay the fare a zillion times over, seeing her brought that old feeling back: the desperation to control, to escape, to succeed, and to have-not just material things. But a sudden flash of discomfort made him stretch and shift in his seat. Indeed here he was sitting in her class-he’d earned the right.
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