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13 is Evil Anabel from “In the Absence of Light
The elevator door opened and Sebastian stepped into his apartment mentally cursing Val Royeaux traffic that had kept him from getting to the apartment on time.
“Anabel?” He called out, leaving his briefcase at the table by the entrance. There wasn’t any answer. Had she been delayed as well?
It had been two weeks since they’d been together and a month since their engagement had been announced, and ‘being together’ since that announcement had suddenly required careful planning: avoiding the press, preserving that careful fairy tale image, handsome prince and innocent beauty.
The things he wanted to do had nothing to do with innocence of any sort.
“You’re late.”
He turned to see her standing in the doorway to the bedroom, wearing a pin-striped shirt that came almost to her knees. The shirt was unbuttoned, and he could catch glimpses of that perfect pale skin when she shifted raising one hand to rest against the door frame.
He smiled in anticipation, slipping out of his suit coat and loosening his tie. “Unforgivable, I know.” He stepped closer to her. “Is that my shirt?” He asked, knowing the answer.
“Mmm.” She murmured, tilting her head back to look at him as he stepped in front of her.
He parted the shirt, slipping his hands around her waist, savoring the warmth and silken softness of her skin. He bent his head, so their lips were almost touching. “Take it off.” He whispered
She arched one eyebrow in feigned astonishment. “But then I’d be naked.” She said.
“Not quite.” He reached down, and raised up her hand showing her the five-carat diamond engagement ring he’d given her a month before. “If you’re very good I’ll let you keep this on.”
