"Some velvet gowns and a cashmere wrap, I think," Bueng began, ticking off the items on his bronzed, lean fingers. "It's so cold this time of year," he added with an indulgent smile.
"A few silk nighties... Is silk all right, or would you prefer flannel?" he asked the Aryella, who continued to look black daggers at him.
"And a fur cape for northern fortress. Do you like sleigh rides?" Silver eyes traveled slowly downward, taking in the full richness of the Aryella's opulent form, then unhurriedly returned to hold her glance with his. His thoughts were suddenly absorbed by an erotic image of Aryella lying on furs in his red-lacquered sleigh.
"I want you to bring in the northern fortress. It was cold there, and I want you to experience the weather."
"You needn't spend any more money on me," Aryella retorted heatedly, the litany of elegant clothes sounding in her ears like chaffing charity.
