‘What’s that?’ she asked him. His eyes glittered. ‘Why not open it, and see?’ Beneath the layers of tissue paper lay the most beautiful lingerie she had ever seen—silver silk-satin and filigree lace. Bra. Camiknickers—and a wisp of a garter belt. Kate swallowed as she pulled each delicate item out of the box. ‘It’s…’ He heard the strained quality in her voice, and frowned. ‘You don’t like it?’ ‘How could I not like it?’ she questioned shakily. ‘It’s utterly beautiful.’ But her reaction had not been the delight he had anticipated. ‘Will you wear it tonight, cara?’ he instructed silkily. ‘For me?’ She slid the garments onto her still-damp skin, aware that his eyes were devouring every trembling movement she made. The silk felt unbelievably light and delicious as it clung fluidly to every curve, but she couldn’t rid herself of an unreasonable sensation of disappointment. Because as he himself had pointed out the fripperies were such a typical gift of a man to his mistress that she felt almost as if she was being stereotyped by the man who had once accused her of the same thing.
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