Samantha had always enjoyed fancy dress balls, until this evening This evening she could find no appreciation for the elaborate costumes of the guests. No joy in their laughter

No amusement on the dance floor. This evening she felt as

though something was alive inside her. Something restless Something dangerous.

She felt the press of his hand against her waist. The heat

of his palm radiated through the Gucci-blue silk of her

gown as the scoundrel led her through the steps of a waltz.

It was the first time he had touched her since that afternoon

in her bedroom when she had nearly allowed him to make love to her....