Maybe that explained what she’d just seen in the window. The beautiful, strangely familiar blue-eyed man who’d been watching her and Gabriel on her balcony. The one who’d disappeared. “You okay, angel?” Was she? She allowed Gabriel to pick her up and carry her into the bathroom without protest, feeling a little raw and devastated by what had just happened on the table... and then in the kitchen. She’d known. He’d kissed her, touched her, before. She’d come at the thought of him, at the dream of what being with him would be like. That wasn’t just sex. Not for her. Angelique was no innocent. She’d had no-strings sex before. Even great no-strings sex that she’d walked away from with a smile and no regrets. That wasn’t what this had been. She’d lost herself in him, in what he had done to her. Given more than her body. He lowered her to her feet and turned the shower taps, giving her a chance to study his back. Gabriel was a beautiful man. His body was perfectly sculpted, lean and muscular.
