Page 9 of Seducing a Stranger
A man of her own choosing.
How very novel. She’d only ever thought to be chosen. Women were always waiting, hoping to be picked or plucked by the right man. Selected like a trinket in a shop, to be taken home and trotted out at expensive gatherings.
Tonight, she was the shopper. She would pick the man she wanted and pay him to do what she desired.
But who? Did she want David or Goliath, Adam or Daniel?
A hero or a heretic.
A saint or a sinner…
Venturing deeper into the fairy garden, she allowed her senses to take it all in. The gentle breeze ruffling at the ribbons and drapes of chiffon and silk along the path. The slight sound of running water in the distance. A giggle from that dark corner. A groan from that Bedouin tent over there.
She refused to look too far into the dark, and so she kept her eyes often skyward, up to the stars.
Which was why she never saw the dark shadow crouched behind a hedgerow by the fountain.
