The Forbidden Touch Of Sanguardo - Plot & Excerpts
Celeste could see it from her living room window, pulled over by the kerb. She stared down at it. Was she mad to be doing this? She knew she was. Mad even to think of doing what she was going to do. Have dinner with Rafael Sanguardo. But it’s only dinner! And I need to do this! I need to use it to tell him that what he wants isn’t going to happen! It just isn’t! She picked up her evening bag, headed downstairs to the waiting car. Tension pulled at her as she walked out onto the pavement. Deliberately she had chosen a dove-grey dress with a high neckline and a modest knee-length hem. Her make-up was subdued and her hair was in a neat French pleat. All the way to the restaurant she strove for calm composure. Tonight she would tell Rafael Sanguardo that his efforts were in vain—that there could be nothing between them. The restaurant—a double-fronted white stucco house in Knightsbridge—was not one she knew.
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