“I think it’s your bosoms.” Rand Surveyed him critically. “The dress wouldn’t be as tight if they weren;t so large. I think your bosoms are too big.”Alexei looked down at his overstuffed chest. “Can bosoms ever be too big?”Not real bosoms perhaps, but I think in your case…” Rand considered him thoughtfully. “No question about it: they’re definately too big”Are you sure?” Alexei studied his reflection. “I thought they were just the right size for a man of my height.”

“My desire, my sincere and heartfelt desire is to rip that surprisingly sheer garment from your body, toss you onto that bed, and indeed ravish you from head to toe. I wish to make love to you until you are too exhausted to do so much as stand without support. Until you call out my name in your dreams and reach for me in your sleep. Until you can think of no one and nothing beyond the touch of my hand, the caress of my lips.”

“It wasn’t as if she was terrified of heights, she simply preferred to be closer to solid ground, where words like plummet and plunge did not linger in her mind.”

“Silly of me not to have realized it. One often finds Greek temples lurking in the woods of English estates. Sneaky things, temples.”