As Charles stood by the open bar, allowing him to drink some Hennessy whiskey because he had skipped champagne earlier, he suddenly found him face to face with Rosabella drinking her own drink.

He couldn't help but sweep her down, unlike the elegant robed maids, she wore a tight black strapless dress that hugged her in place.

When his eyes finally locked with hers, he could see her inviting gaze on him.

Charles had become adept at reading her wordless wishes and desires and ...