Chapter 57

• “Oh, poor you,” Susan said sarcastically. “Meanwhile, I’m the one getting cornered by detectives and having my life ripped apart. You don’t understand how I feel, Leo,”
• “Naturally not. I’m not as emotional as you are,” Leo responded, his voice softening, fascinated by the fluctuating feelings that shimmered across her highly expressive face as fast as clouds in a stormy sky.
• That he had recognised the depth of emotion that currently controlled her unnerved Susan. The heights and depths of feeling attacking her usual equilibrium and swinging her first one way and then to the opposite extreme were unfamiliar to her and horribly unwelcome. She collided with smoldering dark eyes and her tummy flipped, her heartbeat accelerating. That fast she wanted him with a ferocious longing that she had not known it possible for her to feel. The atmosphere crackled. Her entire skin surface prickled, her nipples tightening into straining prominence, liquid heat flowering between her slender thighs. Evidently her body could not be indifferent to him: he brought out the secret slut inside her, she thought painfully.