For Bianca, the night was just getting better. The Irishman, being mysterious for once, had smiled, his black hair falling onto his forehead as he grinned rakishly, winking.‘We wanted to give you a night to remember, Pet,” he said, kissing her on the cheek, and she stared at him, eyes wide.“We’ve taken a room at Abbot’s Hill,” said St Just, pulling her ot him as the car moved forward smoothly.This time Bianca’s brows shot up.Abbot’s Hill was a sort of newly opened exclusive club, which had Lucien Delano as one of the major shareholders, but it was co-owned by St Just. Bianca had never been there and she felt the first stirrings of excitement.Licking her lips, which had suddenly become dry, she whispered,‘Yes, Sir.”*Now she sat, blindfolded. It left her feeling that everything was blocked, everything except the sound.Her wrists were against cold metal, and she realised she was sitting on a metal chair. In that moment, her imagination was all over the place, wild and frenzied.
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