Kidnapped: His Innocent Mistress

The moment in which I set out upon my journey to the house of Glen Clair and Mr. Sinclair behaves as no gentleman should

I drew a deep breath. My heart was hammering. “Are you, by any chance, asking me to be your mistress, Mr. Sinclair?”

A disturbingly sensuous smile curled Neil Sinclair’s lips. “Would that be so very bad, Miss Balfour? I am offering you a comfortable home instead of a ruin in the back of beyond with relatives who do not want you.”

“You are not offering it for nothing!”

His smile deepened. He put out a hand and touched my cheek gently. I was so shocked at the physical contact that I jumped.

“All I ask in return,” he said, “is something that should be intensely pleasurable for both of us.”

Once again I felt that jolt deep inside me. I swallowed hard and pushed away the heated images of lust and loving.

“I thought,” I said, “that you did not even like me very much.”

I saw something primitive and strong flare in his eyes, scorching me.

“Then you know little of men, Miss Balfour,” he said. His tone had roughened. “I wanted you from the first moment I saw you.”

Kidnapped: His Innocent Mistress

Harlequin^®Historical