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Froh, it no longer hurt to remember 'No, definitely not a Casanovahe wanted commitment but with someone less—er—physically exuberant'
Realisation kindled in the silver eyes They gloith a savage condemnation—but not of her
'Ahnow I see So he was the one responsible for this excruciating self-consciousness about your body You were too irl, for hio he made you feel uncomfortable with your sexuality, made you doubt the honesty of your emotions? And you believed this?'
She stirred uneasily He made it all sound so sily intense at that age—'
'But surely your other lovers—'
'Not everyone bounces froht-heartedly as you do!' she cut him off furiously
There was a tiny silence as he digested the iht-hearted? Now you use the wrong word, I think Jealous, chérie?'
She glared at him 'Yes'
For a moment he was taken aback by her reckless honesty Then his shock melted into a creamy satisfaction 'You have no need to be I'm not my brother I enjoy sex but I have never been indiscriminate, and pain and betrayal evidently have an extreht wastime'
He took a step towards her and Elizabeth backed away, so he stopped ‘I don’t want to talk about last night,' she choked
‘I rather gathered that,' heto the aloofness hich she had greeted hi between us Just let me say this: I am very proud to be your lover I have never inlove to a woht, with you
'Now' He strode briskly to the door, as if he hadn’t just pierced her heart with the raceful and erotic compliment she had ever received Even if it wasn’t true, he made her believe that he believed it so
'Why don’t I show you around soalleries?' he continued ‘If you're interested in French Impressionists we have quite an array—'
‘I haven’t had a chance to really look around here yet' Elizabeth faltered, hanging back
He held the door open, giving her a hard stare that transferred itself around the room 'What is it you want to see?'