He looked more like her Prince than ever, but as she moved closer, she felt a sudden, intense, and annoyingly sexual irritation . . . The swine was asleep in his splendour! Creeping silently forward, Delia could hardly believe what she was doing. According to Elf, Jake was supposed to be 'busy'. What she ought to do was storm straight up to him and raise hell. Deana would've done . . . but she was Delia, the diplomat, and not as feisty as her freewheeling sister. And anyway, he looked too beautiful. Delia found it hard to believe that this was only the second time she'd met this man. Standing just inches away, it felt as if she'd been obsessed with him forever. Her dreams and fantasies, and Deana's fulsome descriptions, made her feel as if she knew him completely. Mind, body and soul. It was probably all false, she realised, but one thing was obvious and true. Sex was the key to him, the secret. He was the most erotic being she'd ever met; and right now, in his utter, cat-like relaxation, he was a far more stirring and sensuous sight than anything in his outrageous art collection.
