Chapter 35 Headlines Of The Past

• Stefan swore softly, and Aria looked up from her coffee.
• It was Sunday morning, and Stefan was casually dressed in jeans and a cream linen shirt. He looked spectacular as always, and she felt the now-familiar flutter of desire low in her belly. He had been an absolute gentleman since the other night. It was unbelievable; her decision to give in to his evil ways and have one last fling had collided head-on with his decision to act the perfect gentleman. She still felt him watching her, but he made no move toward her at all. No, it was clear that if she wanted him, she was going to have to do the seducing. And the week Stefan had requested was running out. Eyeing the table, she wondered whether she had the strength to toss him onto it and have her way. But maybe now wasn't the right time.
• He was standing by the door reading the front page of a newspaper Mrs. Blake, the housekeeper, had just handed him, scowling down at it as though something had displeased him.