CHAPTER TWO“Richard – do you have to go?”
The striking-looking woman with the curly red hair pulled the bed covers up to her chin and pouted as the tall handsome man with the thick brown hair and piercing blue eyes leapt out from between the sheets and pulled on his shirt.
She eyed his muscular frame and sighed.
Lord Winterton was as superb a lover as he was at everything else he turned his attentions to. And now, after such a short visit, he was leaving.
“Now, Beatrice, you knew that I had an important appointment this afternoon and that I could only stay a few hours. I told you as soon as I arrived.”
“But, darling – ”
“Beatrice, please do not look at me like that.”
She was gazing pleadingly up at him from the warmth of her bed – the bed that she had once shared with her husband, L
