Her lips brushed his. She smelt of horses and expensive French perfume - a heady combination he couldn't resist. He ran his hand down over her belly, working lower until he found a way under the waistband of her knickers. She gave a little throaty moan, and mingled with her perfume he could detect the subtle, mesmerising scent of her excitement. Within an hour of setting foot inside Malestone House, Jessica realises she has made a mistake...