Chapter Seven
Max watched her walk up the steps and a familiar surge of desiring energy shot through his groin. He hadn’t expected her after their last meeting. The money and the demands were intended to dissuade her, if she was likely dissuaded; though it pleased him him that they hadn’t.
Caroline wore a dress that was likely linen, white and perfectly pressed, with a red belt—like a waist cincture—cutting her form into its two most desirable parts. Her breasts were again encased in a bright red bra, with the “V” neckline of her dress allowing him to glimpse the lace and her creamy skin. He imagined striking that tender skin with a pencil-thin reed, or a whip, leaving a distinctive mark on that flawless fair skin. The thought alone increased his desire.
Moving his gaze, he noted her
