The Gentlemen's Club

Even with half his features hidden behind black silk, she knew those eyes-dark, predatory, calculating. Alexander

now here she was, hired to be his companion for the evening. The irony

a low rumble that sent unwanted heat

old mask that concealed her identity. "Mr. Dever

own her body with the slow appreciation of a connoisseur examining a rare vintage.

heartbeat too long. He noticed-of course he no

uld smell his cologne-bergamot and cedar, expensive a

olid muscle beneath the fine wool of his jacke

her hand with his. "I have no

an's Club, Anna wondered if she was the hunter or the prey.