private vacation house of the Cresswells. It w

unlike any he'd experienced with any woman. What had made it different? The fact that they were married? Did holy matrimony elevate the pleasures of the body? If so his married friends had lied to him. Whatever it had been, whatever she had used

d not be surprised if she had put something in the wine

outside the cabin door informed them.  Ethan was onl

in a hurry and watched from the corner of his eye as An

ke that," Ethan said as

ame seductive smile that ha

had still allowed him to touch her. He had been convinced that after they were married there would be no talk of intimacy betwe

ind out who wi

tween them was now in the past, it had happened years ago. Surely she did not mean to exact revenge for something he had done i

ey approached the limousine that waited to t

oodness sake, she had in only his singlet and she was posing for some hungry jo

han asked no longer unable to contain hi

n?" She was feig

paparazzi, my goodness was that you? You're u

mind. Her nipples were jutting out... He shook himself back to reality. He needed to get away from Annabel, she was going to be his ruin. He tapped the partition,

ront of the house with flower petals floating in it. On the left, a small walking bridge travelled into the ocean. Ornamental flowers ran round t

he living room. The couch was an elegant grey colour. A black glass stairway stood afar off. The butler showed them upstairs. There was a balcony with a

," the butler announced befo

er for dinner," Annabel winked at

" Ethan said. "I had plent

see, but not for the food you're talking about," Ethan thought A

ed anything, we'l

bedrooms of course," Etha

don't

not the

e? I mean I

," Ethan said as he walked off

y in this?" Annabel's

th anger in his voice. "Tell me

er revenge with patience so she was willing to put