![]() “But if you kiss me, I will give it back to you again.” “No, no, my lady, you gave it to me.” His emerald eyes gleamed as he slung the diamond strand around his fingers and swung it before her face, mesmerizing her. “Don’t you want this fine bit o’sparkle?” He bent his head closer, the moonlight behind the window casting a silvery glow along his finely chiseled profile and narrow plane of his cheek. ![]() She tried to snatch it out of his grasp, but he lifted it higher with a taunting smile. Lean and tall, his body packed with compact muscle beneath his formal black evening clothes, he braced one hand on the door by her head and leaned toward her, dangling the necklace before her eyes. She narrowed her eyes at him, fighting a smile. ![]() “Give me my necklace, you rogue.” Stifling a giggle, she reached into his coat pocket, but he captured her hand, whirling her around gently so that she found herself backed up against the closed door. “You are such a bad influence on me,” she whispered. ![]()
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