“Where are you taking me?”
The small conservatory was nestled into a bank, and not many knew it was there. Charles did, and had told Joseph. Opening the door, he led Milly inside, then turned the key in the lock.
“Unlock that door at once!”
“Since that morning when I kissed you, touched you, felt you fall apart in my arms… I have thought of little else.”
“No, Joseph. How can you say that when—”
“You respond to me, Milly. Do not try to deny it... deny this.”
“Passion.” Her anger flared in her voice. “Passion is all we have.”
“No, there is more, but for now passion will do.”
She backed away as he stalked her.
“We cannot—”
“We can. I want you, and you want me. Can you deny it?” He reached for her. “Deny it and I will walk out that door.”
Yes. The word roared inside his head as he saw the passion he felt reflected in her eyes. Lowering his head, he kissed her.
