CONFRONTATIONS

Indeed now, times after the dissolution of that disastrous union, Clara's influence and instructed beliefs about joker/ womanish relations still visited his subconscious. Dragging his wandering mind back to the present, Michael eventually managed to meet Isabella's steady, unembarrassed regard. Her eyes were still spangling with the foreshocks of the important desire he'd roused within her- a heady, molten look that Sweet heaven, what kind of potent witchery did this woman apply over his senses? Her bare presence burned Jones so visceral, so each- consuming, that Michael's hard- won conditions began to fray at the delicate seams. Isabella was the spark hanging to sacrifice his iron discipline into cinders of flirter desire. t banged the smouldering

The conference room was tensed up. Isabella sat directly opposite Clara while Diana sat at an angle between them. Together, they formed a triangle. The table between them was white in colour and had a recorder on it.

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