The Sicilian's Innocent Mistress
'So, which look do you think is going to attract the attention of a heartbreaker like film producer Luc Gambrelli?' Darci prompted Kerry consideringly, as she threw open the door to her wardrobe and brought out a white dress. 'The demure virgin?'
She held the garment against her, its plain styling covering her tall slenderness from neck to knee. She pulled her heavy length of red hair away from the delicate lines of her heart-shaped face, at the same time lowering her head, her expression youthfully coy as she looked at Kerry with moss-green eyes through long dark lashes.
Her flatmate and long-term friend laughed softly as she sat on the bed, watching the display. 'Or…?' Kerry queried smilingly.
'Or sexy vamp?' Darci threw the white dress down on the bed and pulled out a slinky black gown, its ribbon shoulder straps, low neckline, body-hugging style and length—three inches above the knee—leaving very little to the imagination as she held it against her, releasing her hair to fluff its long, fiery length enticingly about her face and shoulders as she adopted a deliberately seductive pose.
'Hmm.' Kerry grimaced. 'Somewhere in be ... read full excerpt from: The Sicilian's Innocent Mistress ebook
