Chapter 81

• “All because you couldn’t see past your own pathetic experience,” Angela continued caustically. “Like I said, selfish and shallow. Of course, most really good-looking men are tarred with the same brush. You imagine that you’re so irresistible, just because you were born with a great body and loads of sex appeal. You think I don’t know that your arrogant nose is put out of joint because I don’t swoon every time you come into the room? Or that you’re seriously irritated by the fact I can play poker better than you can? I might have more respect for you, Sebastian Lawrence, if just once you behaved with some depth and sensitivity. But no, you just keep on keeping on in your usual superficial playboy fashion, acting like a spoiled brat when you don’t get your way!”
• By now her voice had risen slightly and Sebastian cast a desperate glance around, relieved to see that Neil had finished his hosing down and was nowhere in sight.
• “But most pathetic of all,” Angela swept on, regardless, “Is the way you go from one blonde bimbo to the next, then bemoan the fact you haven’t got what Charles has got. Grow up, Sebastian. Get a life, and a nice girl for a wife. Have that family you claim you want. Then maybe I might grow to like you. No, maybe not,” she added scornfully. “Liking you is something I’ll never do. But at least I’d have some respect for you.”