I gasp, surprised and he leans towards me. I catch the scent of his cologne and the faint scent of the cigarette smoke, lingering around him. But underneath it, there’s the scent of earth and rain. I see his muscles flexing under the thin linen of the shirt. I also notice the outlines of a scar, running down his forearm. I imagine his hands on me, his lips on mine. What is happening… Why am I thinking this? “Oh, don’t worry, Emma. “ his smile is canine, the words that come out of his mouth are a snarl, “I won’t touch you. I don’t want to. “ When her mother got sick, Emma had no choice but to marry a man she never met. At that time she didn’t know James Miller was not only beautiful but as cruel as the rumours said.  Her husband is a cold billionaire involved with the mafia. He never touches anyone. Not even his own mate.