Imobiliare looked up at him somewhat surprised
How would you know about my family? Have you had someone spying on them since I left? She sat up with a smile. Of course, I should have guessed it. You don't have someone at Victor's household spying on him, this was all a coincidence. Your spy is someone that the Brentleys know, that's why you were so close when you found out. I thought it would take at least a week before you'd show up after I wrote that letter, if it all.
You didn't think I could find you again? I'm not questioning your ability to hunt women, apartamente de vanzare bucuresti looked unhappy as she looked away from him. I thought you might decide that I was too much work and that you didn't care if I married Victor. I'd hoped that you'd come see me again but I wasn't sure.
Don't lie to me, Rehl demanded. Did you really do this to milaci see me again? She gulped down the rest of her wine and then set the glass aside. She looked directly into his eyes. Yes. It was the truth. This time he knew it was. Rehl didn't know what to say. I can bring the carriage back tonight, he fumbled. If you want it will return you to your family. And my kiss? she asked gently. Their kiss. Not like the first one in which both of them had been pretending, playing a part and using it to dominate the other. The second one, the one that Rehl couldn't stop from replaying in his mind.
She'd tasted like lemon and cinnamon mixed together into an impossible concoction. He'd wanted to wrap her up in his arms. No, he'd wanted to do much more than that. With her pale blue eyes staring up at him, Rehl felt as if milaci she were trying to read his mind and ferret out the unwanted thoughts. Could she read the hunger that filtered through him as he looked down at a young woman who demanded to be devoured? No matter how much he wanted a taste of the energy she possessed, apartamente de vanzare bucuresti was the worst kind of woman for a man like him to mix with. His lifestyle didn't match hers. Even if she were clever and amusing it would be hard for him to make room for another woman in his rigid life. She wasn't just looking for a kiss. apartamente de vanzare bucuresti was looking for a future together. He enjoyed a quiet house with quiet servants. While he did not like to mix in society, he prided himself on having a clean name, mostly devoid of scandal. Eloise had tarnished the family name enough with some of her tricks. Being associated with a woman like apartamente de vanzare bucuresti would ruin him completely. His sanity would be depleted on an almost daily basis as he tried to sort through her moods and tantrums. He and imobiliare would never be a possibility. None of those thoughts stopped him from desiring her and wanting what he couldn't have.
The last of his wine was finished and he set the cup aside. The clink of glass against the marble top on the end stand awoke imobiliare from some hidden place in her mind. Before he could tell her that he was going to leave, she seemed to sense it.