The thought of Asher Keating was unbearable for Madeline Sterling. Even though she'd found someone and had his face surgically altered to look just like Asher's, she knew deep down that this man wasn't him.
Just remembering that day in the hot spring, how the wet strands of hair clung to Asher Keating's forehead, and how he had gasped breathlessly in this very room, was enough to make Madeline Sterling's heart ache with an unbearable, itching desire.
In the end, her lust for Asher Keating overpowered everything else. She called him back. "Asher Keating, just as you said. We have a deal."
"Where do you want to go?"
Madeline Sterling considered it for a moment. She needed to pick a place where she felt safe. Finally, she said, "The Creston Hotel on Seagate Road. Call me when you get there, and I'll tell you the room number."
"Alright. And make sure you dress... pretty." Asher's last word was delivered in a sexy, flippant tone, almost a tease.
"..."
