Anna’s mind was a battlefield. The rational part of her, the part that had built her career and her marriage on a foundation of control, was screaming at her to refuse. To laugh in Cora’s face, to take Mark’s hand, and to walk out of the bar, leaving this arrogant, beautiful woman to her own devices. It was a trap. A beautifully wrapped, intoxicating trap.

But the other part of her, the part that had been awakened by Mark new fantasies brought to life by the feeling of Elias’s and ...