Siena shivered, pulling her sable fur coat closer around her. Paris in January was cold; but that was not the only reason she was shivering. What sort of fool was she? At the age of 20, from an affluent family, blonde, pretty, well-dressed, she had the world at her feet; yet all she wanted was to be at someone else’s feet. Her black silk panties got wetter at that thought. Oh my goodness,

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