The hot fluid was doing little to soothe her increasingly raw throat. To distract herself, she allowed her eyes to devour Grey once again. All dressed in immaculate dark evening clothes and ready to leave for yet another all-male dinner party, he was devastatingly handsome. The sight of his tall, broad-shouldered frame displayed so appealingly made her heart beat faster, heating her blood in a way that took her mind from the pain in her throat. But in her heart there was also coldness at the prospect of another night in his grand house, surrounded by every luxury, with servants to wait upon her every whim yet totally alone. They needed to talk. However, he must soon leave. He’d been distant ever since he’d come down here. She felt feverish and not up to fighting for his attention. Their long-delayed, badly needed talk would have to wait. She longed for her bed, but it would have been nice to have had his strong, warm body next to hers. But never mind. He was set to go out and Lord above knew no one could change his mind on that.
