She was startled as her eyes met and held those of a stranger. Disconcerted by the intensity of his gaze, Araminta failed to look away, as would have been proper.
There was a look in those intense orbs, a dark suggestion, and she felt his eyes survey her figure, slowly, as though caressing every inch of her — as though he meant to do much more than just look. His eyes were like burning coals. Smouldering. She felt herself shiver in spite of the warmth that flooded her face.
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