I'm Not Your Whore!
ling windows draped in heavy velvet, and a bed so large it looked almost absurd. But n
handle of her suitcase. Adrian had left her here with nothing but a smirk and a
was no escape from this. The papers had been signed, the vows e
uld respond, it swung open, revealing a middle-aged woma
er," she said curtly, stepping into the room. "I
me kind of temporary arrangement,
chin. "I can take
e true, but I have my orders. Mr. Carlisle has made
at that meant-she wasn't here as a wife. She was here as a possession
ng from him," she sa
e a wardrobe prepared for you regardless. Mr
no doubt that Adrian wanted to parade her around lik
, gripping the edge of the windowsill. The estate stretched out bef
ng moment, she imagined what it would be like to throw herself ov
ftening just slightly. "Dinner is in an h
ed hard. "And
swering. "I wouldn't test
sill. It didn't matter what she wanted. Adrian had already made it
turned away from the window and pr