Chapter 7

Evelyn stared at her untouched plate, her mind bristling with the memory of the scene in the hallway. Lucas's scent- a warm earthy fragrance still permeated her nostrils, making every breath impossible to take without inhaling the very essence of him that brought to mind hot steamy nights and writhing bodies atop silk sheets, an unwanted thought that nevertheless caused waves of heat to travel down to parts she did not wish to think about.

She frowned at the thought and maliciously stabbed at a piece of food with her fork, wishing it was Lucas Martin's head. He was the enemy and she was not supposed to be having lustful thoughts for a man who had done nothing but make her life miserable and had even sworn to bring about her complete and utter humiliation. Though, that would never happen. He would never succeed, not if she had anything to do with it.

Evelyn lifted her eyes and hazarded a glance at the object of her thoughts. Lucas seemed unaffected by their earlier encounter- if anythi