Impossible!’ Valeria stared at him. As if she’d simply to fall into his bed at the crook of his finger. She valued her independence and her status as a Roman matron far too much. All of the Aventine would hum that she’d become little better than a slave. Or perhaps he expected she would pick up her skirts and run like some frightened Vestal Virgin? She squared her shoulders, emphasising the way the stola hung about her. ‘I’ve no plans to be anyone’s concubine.’ ‘That’s the Valeria I expected. Reputation before your brother’s life. Before anything.’ A self-satisfied smile crossed his face and she knew he had anticipated her response. ‘Thankfully, in my world, it’s what you do and who you are rather than whispers that count. I withdraw the offer. Find some other fool, Valeria. Some unquestioning fool who will believe your lies.’ Rage swept through her as she realised what she had thrown away. ‘You tricked me!’ ‘No trick. A genuine offer.’ He waved an imperious hand.
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