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from his hard, masculine body and run her
hands over the heated surface of his skin. She shivered thinking about it. Crawling
into the huge four poster bed, Sabrina snuggled under the covers and tried to
go to sleep, but images of Ford assailed her. She could easily imagine running
her fingers through his silken, golden mane and she wondered if the hair on his
chest was blond too. He was so tall and slim. Not skinny but not bulky either.
A shudder ran through her body at the thought of seeing him with his clothes
off. She shouldn’t be allowing such images to run rampant through her mind, but
she couldn’t seem to help herself. Ford was exactly the kind of man she had
fantasized about coming to her rescue. Especially in the last few years of
Edward’s life when she hardly ever saw her husband. Edward would spend all his
free time that he wasn’t gambling with their daughter. At least Alice hadn’t
suffered from a lack of her father’s attention.
    Giving up on trying to fall asleep, Sabrina allowed herself
to give in to her imaginings of making love to Ford Northcliffe. Her body
thrummed to the wicked fantasy and she was soon wishing for the completion that
only a man could give her.
     
     
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    Ford rubbed the bridge of his nose, lifting his glasses
slightly from their perch. He was exhausted and the sun was just about to come
up. He had spent the night in his laboratory again. But instead of working on
his influenza vaccine, he had been daydreaming about Sabrina Tremaine.
    It had been foolish of him to knock on her bedroom door when
she was obviously already in bed. But at the time he didn’t think he could have
stopped himself even if a cure had suddenly dropped from the sky. Every time he
saw her he wanted to spend more time with her. Sabrina was beautiful, yes, but
there was something more, something intangible that caused electricity to spark
in the air between them. He thought he might be perfectly happy just to have
her in the room without even exchanging a word between them. She made him feel
alive after so many years of barely thinking about the world outside of his
obsession of finding a cure. Of course he’d had several women in his bed, but
he’d hardly even noticed them compared with how he woke up when Sabrina was present.
He couldn’t muster so much as a blurry image of what even one of those other
women had looked like, let alone remember their names. And even though he’d
only known Sabrina a day, he knew that he would never forget her sensuous, full
lips, her deep sapphire blue eyes, the silky midnight of her hair and the pure
music of her voice.
    In just a few minutes he would be eating breakfast with her
and they would certainly need to talk. They must discuss her role in the house
and he wasn’t entirely prepared for the conversation. Ford had no idea how a
woman like Mrs. Tremaine would expect to be treated. Like a lady, he supposed,
and not an employee. But that technically was what she was. There was no
ignoring the facts. He was paying the lovely Sabrina Tremaine to be his wife in
every way but one. The one thing he couldn’t do with her was the only thing he
couldn’t seem to stop imagining since the moment he had laid eyes on her. He
had to pull himself together, and quickly.
    Ford made his way to his bedroom where he changed his
clothes and washed up. He stood in front of a mirror in his private water
closet and shaved the stubble from his chin. He nearly cut himself smiling at
his reflection. When was the last time he had been concerned with being groomed
in his own house? Not since Mother had died, at the very least. Sabrina Tremaine
had made an impression on him and suddenly he was wide awake and eager to share
a meal in her more than pleasing company. With one last glance at his
reflection, Ford adjusted his spectacles over his serious brown eyes and ran
the comb through his thick golden hair that he briefly noted needed cutting. He
would have to ask his valet to do so,