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Her eyes were drawn to the faint shadow of body hair visible through the fine fabric and she had absolutely no control over the flutter low in her belly An ie of dark, smooth skin came into her head and she sed convulsively It was like walking into a solid wall; the wave of paralysing longing that hit her made her head spin

The situation called for her to face so she hadn’t been able to get Rohts At first she had tried to resist, but then she had told herself that indulging in the fantasies could do no har for now

She was obsessed!

Given full rein her fantasies had ot out of control Now she couldn’t look at hies her feverish iination had conjured

Well, it was about tiot her subconscious under control She took a deep breath They were talking about Abby, which made her preoccupation with sex all the more shameful

‘Upset? Not really, it just hits you sometiht her sexual fantasies shameful If her sister had been here she would no doubt have advised her to go for it, she thought with a smile

‘Was there an illness…or an accident—?’ There was nothing in his tone or attitude that she could put her finger on, but the question did not come over as a casual enquiry ‘You don’t want to talk about it?’ he asked

‘Not especially, but it would seehtly to her body, rocking a little as she pulled her knees up to her chest ‘Why is that? Did you know Abby?’ Her eyes widened as she shot hi look

‘I can’t recallan Abby Smith’

‘Oh, but Abby didn’t use Smith She said I looked like a S a hand over the brown hair that Abby had always advised her to bleach Blondes darling, definitely have more fun!

‘She was an actress?’

Scarlet shook her head ‘She intended to be one day, but she was a model—Abby Deverell She was quite successful Well, actually, she was very successful’

‘Your sister was Abby Deverell?’

Scarlet could see hi to find some similarity in her own features It would be a fruitless search; Abby had been beautiful

‘People always do that, but we’re not alike’

God, the woman had had his child and he couldn’t even recall her face clearly What sort of man did that make him?

‘So you did meet her?’ Scarlet wondered why she hadn’t considered the possibility earlier It would certainly explain his brooding expression, she thought, slanting a surreptitious glance at his strong profile