FORTY-ONE

The maid or servant unlocked the glass and brought out the diamond. Archer took it from her and turned to face Clarissa whose face was red as the whole of the partygoers were looking at her in amazement.

“Do I have the honor of wearing this on you,” he asked softly.

She swallowed. “Yes.”

He maneuvered around, and slowly, she lifted her hair. His fingers brushed her neck ever so slightly, shooting waves of pleasure through her. She didn’t understand what was going on.

“Done,” he said suddenly.

His fingers leaving her neck made her feel so empty. She wanted him to touch her even more.

“Thank you.”

He smiled. “You’re beautiful, and it’s beautiful.”

She blushed red. Without a word, he grabbed her hand and led her out of the party and towards their car.

Unknown to them, Zachary’s men were at the party and knew what was going on. He informed his boss at once about the whole thing.

*****

Outside, the wind was brutal. Clarissa leaned closer to Archer in a bid to take his warmth. At first, he