"You know London Fashion Week is next week," Sean said.
"Mhmm," she answered, turning another page.
"Why don't you come with me?" he asked. "You can get inspiration in person instead of from magazines."
"Really?" she asked. "You have the tickets?"
"I can get them," he answered.
She shook her head in amazement, "It seems there's nothing you can't get."
"That's not entirely true," he replied, his voice low.
She lifted her eyes from the page and stared at him, "What do you mean?"
"No matter how I try, it seems I can't get you," he answered.
She bit her lip but couldn't bring herself to look away from him. His eyes were dark with desire, but there was something sad in his face.
"Tell me," he said. "How do I get you?"
"I—Sean—I," she stammered. "It's complicated."
"How?" he asked, moving toward her. "I'm a man, and you're a woman. We're married. And I want you, Catherine. I want you terribly."
