Chapter 18 Control

• All sensible thoughts had vanished from Sebastian's mind. He wanted to go in there, grab Wychford by his cravat, and proceed to darken his daylight. The nerve of the man!
• Sebastian moved as he thought. He hadn't even realized it. He was already halfway to the door that led to the ballroom, cursing as he moved, mentally prepared to trounce Wychford before he felt Julia's hand on his arm. He stopped and stared down at her.
• This was all her fault. If she hadn't been hellbent on playing the role of seductress, Wychford wouldn't even have thought to attempt such an outrageous offer. Even now, she looked like a seductress without even trying hard. Something that most women had tried to master but failed.