Sharon felt cold indeed. What had she been thinking? How could she have allowed this arrogant man touch her the way he had? What a mess. He must think that he had her where he wanted her.

She had always known that he was dangerous to her but she had not really known the extent of the danger.

What weakness could have made her lose herself, her self control and all this way?

She could not look at him, she did not know what she would find in his eyes, mockery? scorn? triumph? condescension? She ...