To Annabelle, With Love (Can This Be Love (American Heiress Spinoff) Book 2) by Julianne MacLean

Author:Julianne MacLean [MacLean, Julianne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Julianne MacLean Publishing Inc.
Published: 2020-09-02T23:00:00+00:00

P.S. The electrical in the other building was finalized today.

Well, that didn’t tell her much, except that Magnus was installing electricity in the two buildings he was renovating.

“I doubt it’s dry,” he said, startling her as he reentered the office.

She became instantly flustered, not because she’d been reading his correspondence—though she did feel guilty about that—but because he was handing her a red rose.

“What’s this for?” she asked, presuming he had just picked it out of the bouquet outside the door. She lifted it to her nose and breathed in the fragrant scent.

“It’s to thank you for being here tonight,” he replied. “It wouldn’t have been the same without you. Though I am sorry about your shoe. Perhaps you should have worn your other boots—the ones you used to wear at the lake. Do you still have them?”

He seemed to remember everything. “I have a newer pair, but they’re similar.”

They stood in the half-light gazing at one another for a quiet moment, until Annabelle checked the time. Her driver would be waiting outside by now, thank goodness.

“I appreciate everything,” she said, struggling to smother the tension she was feeling. “But I really should be going.”

Magnus’s voice dropped to a slow, tantalizing hush. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to stay a bit longer?”

Annabelle imagined herself remaining there until all the guests were gone. What would occur?

Oh, she knew very well what would occur. They would end up on the sofa, and she would be lucky to keep her garters in place.

Struck with a sudden alarm, she fortified her resolve.

“I am very sure, thank you.”

He politely nodded. “When will I see you again?”

Feeling the heady combination of his masculine appeal and the lingering effects of the champagne, Annabelle raised an eyebrow. “That’s rather presumptuous, don’t you think?”

Magnus strolled a little closer. “Perhaps. But I know you, Annabelle, and I am quite certain that you are not oblivious to the spark that still exists between us. This cannot be the end.”

It was astounding, how potent sexual desire could be when it took hold with full force. It eclipsed all reason and sanity.

Thankfully, however, Annabelle did still possess some degree of discipline, so she cleared her throat and endeavored to cool this madness—because that’s exactly what it was. Madness.

“If there is a spark,” she replied in low voice, “I do not wish to act upon it.”

Just then, two other guests interrupted and thanked Magnus for the evening. While he shook their hands, Annabelle managed to regain her sanity, realizing with a fright how quickly the situation had just spun out of control. A moment ago, she had imagined herself lying with Magnus on his sofa.

The guests left, and before Magnus could say another word to her, she brushed past him and started toward the door. He followed to walk her out.

“Please don’t leave yet,” he discreetly whispered, so as not to cause a scene.

“I must. My driver is waiting.” She met the doorman, who retrieved her cloak from the front closet and held it up for her.

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