Robert stood and walked over to him grinning. “It’s far more fun watching Adam de Vey fail for the first time with a woman.” He placed his hand on Adam’s shoulder. “In all seriousness, the lady doesn’t much care for either of us. Marc broke her heart. She sees us as being no different from her late husband.”
That much he knew.
But Adam wasn’t looking for her love. Or to replace Marc in her heart, if he was still there. He was looking for a few hours of shared carnal pleasure. He simply wanted to—no, had to—put an end to this inexplicable mental and physical torment. There was only one way to kill the longing—and that was to have Aimee every which way he could to sate his lust for her.
Success hinged on his ability to stay focused. Patient. Problem was, just as Robert stated, she disliked him.
“I’ll succeed,” Adam said.
Robert lifted a dark brow. “You’re that confident?”
“I am.”
A slight smile lifted the corner of Robert’s mouth. “Oh, I can’t wait to see this. I predict she’ll run the other way each time you draw near.”
A realistic prediction.
For his sanity’s sake, he had to succeed. He couldn’t fail. He would best her in this cat-and-mouse game they were about to play. Beautiful, passionate Aimee hadn’t had a lover since her Marc’s death. He’d left his wife at their country château while he’d carried on with his favorite mistress in the city, and hadn’t been anywhere near her for months prior to his fatal duel. In short, she hadn’t been touched in a very long time.
And she was ripe for the taking.
Adam was going to use her passionate nature to his advantage.
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