A glance. Sometimes that’s all it requires for desire to overwhelm you, to make the body of a complete stranger all you have to, in all the sweating screaming ways propriety says ought to be forbidden. For Fiona, that glimpse just occurred in the most improbable of locations, a crowded mall filled with thousands. And in that look is usually something terrifying. But its not the location that upsets her, not really the sudden steaming arousal that shames her. It’s not actually the guilt that eats her because the glance isn’t with her hubby. Worries that’s found her, that’s begging her to flee from your lust and connection she’s within that glimpse, is a hidden secret she’s operate from for years. For on the other hand of that look, beaming in every its female glory, is the face of another woman. A face that’s determined to possess her.