Chapter 95

• The effect was instantaneous, and mortifying, Sebastian’s only consolation being the fact he was wearing one of his more casual and loosely fitted black suits.
• Still, he moved swiftly to button up the jacket and hide his humiliation. To have Angela see the state she’d reduced him to so easily would have been the last straw. But it underlined to Sebastian that his imagining that a mere month would cure him of his desire for the merry widow was laughable.
• Be damned, however, if he would ever give her an inkling of how he really felt. She wanted to tease and torment him? Play erotic games with him? Fine. He would wallow in every perversely pleasurable moment in private, then leave the moment the month was up, before she could deliver her coup de grâce, which of course would be to cut him dead. One moment she’d be taking him to hedonistic heaven. And the next? Nothing. Zilch. Zero.