Whoever she was, whatever it took, Jonas Marks knew he would ultimately have his way. He always did. The woman was dressed in a calf-length, black-sheathed dress, with its broad straps crisscrossing over her delicate, tanned shoulders. She filled out the dress perfectly, her ample curves hugging the thin fabric, revealing a full figure, soft and sexy. Jonas drew in a sharp breath of sexually charged awareness as he eyed the voluptuous beauty who stood in the middle of the room, unaware of the effect she was having on a complete stranger. Her generous bust seemed to strain heavily against the bodice, with its heart-shaped cut, and revealed a delicious deep shadow of cleavage. She had to be at least a 40D, Jonas’s well-trained eye quickly decided—and her five-foot-four frame served to emphasize every curve. He took his time, trailing his eyes from the very top of her top-knotted silky hair to her heeled feet, and he decided that he simply hadn’t seen anything so alluring, so utterly desirable, in a very, very long time.
