The Tycoon's Bought Fiancée (1998) - Plot & Excerpts
It was big and overdone, a relic of a bygone era. And it was meant to impress, assuming you were the sort who’d be impressed by dark velvet sofas and chairs that looked as if they’d buckle under a person’s weight. Lamps topped with fringed silk shades fought for space on tables crowded with an army of gilt cupids and porcelain shepherdesses. “Sit down, Mr. Chambers.” Stephanie yanked open the top drawer of a mahogany rolltop desk. “That green love seat’s probably the most comfortable spot, and you can turn on the lamp beside it.” David looked at the love seat in question. “Comfortable” was not a word he’d have used to describe it, but then, compared to the other chairs and sofas in the cavernous room, he figured she might have been right. He ran his hand over the rectangle of white lace centered on the headrest. “Antimacassars,” he said with a little laugh. “I didn’t think they made them anymore.” Stephanie turned toward him, a sheaf of papers in her hand.
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