Young, poor, and fairly innocent, she took me by storm…
Why did her beauty have to captivate me so?
Auburn curls hung down to her narrow waist, emerald eyes peered out at me from under thick, long lashes.
Her British accent just made her that much more appealing to me.
But she wanted love, and I knew I couldn’t give her that.
And what I could give her—unimaginable pleasure coupled with a righteous sexual education—she didn’t want.
She’d set her sights on my heart, a goal that just might destroy her…