“My dear, I am so glad you could join us for dinner tonight. Well, now,” Leishmann said, licking his lips, “maybe I shouldn’t have offered you to my son after all. You look radiant.” His appraisal and leering gaze made her squirm. The look on his face as he watched her move across the threshold and into the room made her fingers itch to locate a rock and throw it as hard as she could at his head.
Her thoughts faltered as she tripped--once again--on the dress she had been forced into. Finally she lost patience and lifted the over-long hem up above her ankles and stalked to the table. Leishmann held a chair out for her, so she chose a different one.
“I approve. The green offsets your violet eyes and makes them stand out,” he said, easily ignoring the snide and reclaiming his own
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