Simon’s gaze narrowed and became examining, moving from the top of Lysette’s—Lynette’s—golden head down to the hem of her gown. He noted the artfully revealed lacey underskirts, the tightly cinched waist, and the low bodice, which displayed a tempting swell of luscious breasts. It was an ensemble designed to display the feminine charms of the wearer to best advantage. The Lysette he knew did not dress to arouse. If anything, her gowns were remarkably understated. But beyond this woman’s outward appearance were deeper, more complex signs—there was no torment in her eyes and no brittle tension in her delicate frame. Lynette. Lysette. “Twins,” he said, near dizzy with the sudden rush of understanding. “Yes.” Out of all the things that should have come to Simon’s mind in that moment, the only one that gained prominence was the realization that he was not insane. He did not dislike and desire the same woman with equal vehemence. He disliked Lysette. He lusted for Lynette.
What do You think about Sylvia Day - [Georgian 04]?
