The Millionaire's Inexperienced Love-Slave. Miranda Lee

through her. Her body could be reacting to old tapes.

      But somehow, Sharni wasn’t convinced. The sexual hunger consuming her body at this moment was much more intense than anything she’d felt with Ray. When Adrian asked her what she would have done if he’d said he did have a girlfriend, Sharni had been shocked by the realisation that she would still have come up here with him.

      He’d promised not to make a pass. Yet she wanted him to. Quite desperately.

      The lift whizzed to a halt on the twenty-fifth floor in no time at all, Sharni having no space to come to terms with the shockingly aroused state she was in.

      When the lifts doors opened an extremely tense Sharni followed Adrian into an elegant, marble-floored foyer, which had a domed ceiling and a spectacularly modern chandelier hanging from it. Straight ahead were double French doors through which she could see a huge and equally elegant living area.

      ‘Put your parcels down here,’ Adrian suggested, placing the ones he was carrying beneath a glass-topped hall table on their right.

      She did so, then immediately asked him where the bathroom was.

      Suddenly, she needed to go. Quite badly.

      ‘That’s the guest powder room,’ he said, indicating a door on her left. ‘When you’re finished go on through into the lounge room and make yourself comfortable. I’ll join you shortly,’ he said, turning away and leaving her through the French doors.

      The powder room had everything a multimillion-dollar penthouse would have: marble floors and walls, stylish firings and gold taps.

      After she’d washed her hands, Sharni spent a couple of extra minutes combing her hair and refreshing her pink lipstick, all the while struggling to find some composure.

      ‘I look the same as the girl who left the beauty salon this morning,’ she said agitatedly to the reflection in the mirror. ‘But I don’t feel the same.’

      Meeting Adrian had changed her. In ways she had yet to appreciate, or understand.

      All Sharni knew was that she wanted Adrian as she had never wanted Ray.

      This admission brought a wave of guilt. Because she’d had a good sex life with her husband, who’d been a gentle and considerate lover. On top of that, she’d loved him very much.

      She didn’t love Adrian. She didn’t even know him. Not really.

      You didn’t get to know anyone properly in a couple of hours.

      No doubt he’d been presenting his best face to her so far today, impressing her with his decisiveness, his charm, and yes, the evidence of his material success. What girl wouldn’t be bowled over by a millionaire’s penthouse in the middle of Sydney?

      But did all that explain the sexual cravings that were currently consuming her?

      Sharni shivered as she stared into her too bright eyes and flushed cheeks.

      ‘What’s happening to you?’ she whispered.