“Absolutely.” “And just for a bit, would you pretend I’m the most wonderful woman you’ve ever met?” James chuckled. “I’d be happy to.” Rose sighed with pleasure. She was pressed to the wall, his long, muscular body crushed to her own, and she’d never endured anything quite so marvelous. He was nibbling at her nape, goose bumps cascading down her arms. Her skin was tingling, her pulse racing. She was trying to figure out what she was doing, where they were headed, but she had no idea. She didn’t know him, didn’t particularly like him, and he’d thrust himself into her path with the worst of intentions, but their encounter on the road the previous night had altered her. She felt attached to him in ways she shouldn’t be, felt that he understood and cared about her, which was nonsense. Where he was concerned, her emotions were now a jumble of confused yearning and regret. He was a cad and a bounder, the exact sort of man she should have avoided like the plague, and normally would have.
