Outside, autumn rain drifted down in gentle sheets.

The raindrops drummed against the window, composing a soft, beautiful symphony.

Inside, the atmosphere grew warm and intimate.

Though Timothy hadn't crossed any lines with Sheila, her mind was already

spinning with anticipation.

Being this close to him, feeling the heat radiate from his body, his skin pressed to hers-it set her heart aflame.

His masculine scent enveloped her completely.

Timothy pressed his forehead to Sheila's with almost unbearable tenderness, his voice a low murmur. "Jessy..."

Sheila's anger flared. So, Jessica really was all he cared about.

"Be good from now on, alright? No more fussing," he whispered, loosening his tie, revealing the sharp line of his throat.

Sheila knew perfectly well that Timothy's heart belonged to Jessica.

She'd even started using the same shampoo and perfume as Jessica, hoping he wouldn't notice any difference when she was near, saying nothing at all when she entered the room.

But knowing he spoiled Jessica so much, even his voice turning soft and seductive just for her, made Sheila burn with jealousy.

determined not

dark mood that

she pushed

time, she'd bitten her own tongue bloody rather than give

liked forcing her-not until Jessica

That,

cupped her face in his hands, his thumb stroking

with me tonight,

hovered just above hers,

door

Sallie barged in.

at the sight of Timothy pinning Sheila beneath

she froze for a heartbeat, then stormed

and hauled him upright, slapping him hard across the face. "Have you lost

Sheila clung to Timothy's arm, shrinking

his daze. He glanced up, saw Sallie, and

close to

frustration. Being

frustauld mortify Jessica. He

his arm closer, glaring. "What

yanked Sheila away from Timothy's grasp and shoved

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