She put the blossom up to her nose and inhaled the deep fragrance of the flower. The rose joined its companions in the basket she held as she reached out to retrieve another blossom off an adjoining bush. Humming a light tune, she snipped the rose and laid it in her basket. In the past month, Quentin had shown her how wonderful life could be. He had a zest for living that amazed her, and he was the most attentive, amorous lover she could have ever dreamed of having. She’d even begun to hope he might be coming to care for her some. Despite every bit of her willpower and determination, she couldn’t deny how wonderful he made her feel every time he touched her. He had the ability to turn her inside out with a single word or touch. The sound of his voice easily sent ripples of anticipation over her entire body, while just the touch of his hand could make her explode and writhe in a torrid rush of passion. She cut another rose from the bush, and as it fell into her basket, she breathed in the scent of sandalwood.
