Pride After Her Fall. Lucy Ellis

used with her. ‘Have them send the contracts straight over to Blue. I’ll deal with them tomorrow.’

      Lorelei put the menu down.

      He pocketed the cell.

      ‘I take it that was for me,’ she observed, lifting a finely arched brow.

      The wine had arrived. He poured her a glass himself, then lifted his tall glass of sparkling wine and touched the flute in her hand.

      He didn’t smile, but his eyes caught and held the part of her fighting to get free, and in that instant Lorelei stopped struggling.

      His voice was deep and affectingly roughened, as if coming from a part of himself he usually held in check.

      ‘Consider me all yours for the afternoon.’