Thornton looked down upon the impeccably dressed woman. Theresa was the perfect woman. She had fine features, soft eyebrows, full mouth, perfect almond shaped eyes, and the perfect coiffure. Her bone structure was small and delicate. Her corset dress accented the tiny waist. Theresa’s skin was ivory and flawless. She was the perfect woman just like Chloe. Behind all that refinement lay a venom-spitting serpent. Thornton pulled away. The gentleman upbringing by his mother prohibited him from properly putting that she cat in her place. Instead he turned to assist Leigh in righting herself.
Thornton’s temper took a heated rise once again when he saw the handprint in swelling red on Leigh’s cheek. A low growl erupted from his lips. It was all he could do to prevent himself from turning around and beating the shit out of that arrogant pompous...