Rochester doubted pretty much all she said. And there was a good reason why he did that.
"Enjoying the dance or not, my Darling?" Her little words spilled over his ears making him wince a couple more times than he'd done in the past minutes. "Imagine you holding me so sweetly; sensual is the word, no?"
"Can you just focus on the music at least?" His brass tone was substantial to make her understand. IF only she would understand. Knowing the woman whose slender waist was brazenly cupped in his arm, he would not trust her to comply one bit. She was a gutsy one.
