CHAPTER 31

For those few unguarded seconds, Armel had been unable to disguise his look of dismay at the idea of them having another child, and her little flame of hope that their marriage could work flickered and died right there, on the spot.

The band struck up a popular tune and people began to drift onto the dance floor. Armel seemed to have regained his composure and glanced down at her.

“Would you like to dance, chérie?”

His eyes gleamed wickedly.

“I have vivid memories of the last time we danced together.”

Harley blushed at the shaming recollection of how he had brought her to the peak of sexual pleasure simply by holding her close and hastily shook her head.

“Oh, I… Ehm… I just need to go to the ladies’ room… But perhaps Mireille would care to join you on the dancefloor… With Stéphane’s approval, of course…”

Armel’s eyes narrowed on her flushed face and she turned and hurried away before he could stop her, desperate to be alone for a few mi