Seeking Love (The Pink Collection)

Almost as soon as the lift doors opened, Sir Petersprang towards her, an expression of rapt appreciation on hisface.“The carriage is waiting,” was all he said, but Marinacould tell without his comment that she had made a deepimpression upon him.“Where are we dining?” she asked, as the horses drovealong the boulevard.“A business acquaintance of mine has alwaysrecommended this particular restaurant, but this is the firsttime that I have found someone who deserved to be takenthere,” he answered with a charming smile.Marina could feel his warmth next to her and it madeher quite dizzy. She found herself longing to sit even closerto him.She wondered if he might take her hand as they trottedthrough Paris and, as he spoke, she watched his lips andwished that he might kiss her.By the time that they arrived at the restaurant, Marinahad the distinct sense of deja-vu. Was it not, on an eveningsuch as this that Simon had sat close to her in a carriage andhad eyes only for her? Did she not, in her foolish way,believe that he was about to at least declare his love for herand maybe even propose?‘Papa was forever telling me that I had a too-vividimagination,’ she told herself. ‘I do not know where thesesilly romantic notions come from every time a man pays mesome attention, but it is foolhardy of me and immature.’