She put her full-lipped smile securely in place. Smoothing the scarlet satin of her morning gown, she tugged on the leg-of-mutton sleeves to make them fuller. She was sure they would emphasize her slender waist. She rose to greet the men walking into the room. Immediately, she dismissed the second man as she seductively offered her hand to his companion. “Why, Ian, what a wonderful surprise. After what you said at—never mind. It is so charming of you to call.” “Is your brother in?” he asked, ignoring her outstretched hand. She drew it back when he made it clear he did not intend to touch her. Dressed in his dark suit with the clerical collar bright at his neck, he did not seem like the Ian she longed to entice into her arms. In a cooler tone, she asked, “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your handsome friend?” Ian hid his disgust with her simpering as he turned to his companion. “Portia, this is Scott Nelson, a friend of mine here in London. Scott, Portia Muir.” His brows drew a furrow across his forehead.
