Baby Of His Revenge. Jennie Lucas

gaze locked with hers. “I will prove to you that you are not frigid. That you are a warm, desirable woman. A woman made for pleasure.”

      “What if you can’t?”

      He gave a low laugh. “I will. All I have to do is touch you—even look at you—to know I am right.”

      “And if you’re wrong?” she said desperately, remembering the humiliating night of prom when she was eighteen.

      “Then I will pay a forfeit.” He smiled. “Shall we say—one million dollars?”

      She gaped at him. “Is that a joke?”

      “No.”

      “That’s the second time you’ve offered me a million!”

      “Is it not enough?” he said lazily, looking at her beneath heavily lidded eyes. “Two million, then. Ten. I am so sure that I can make you gasp with desire, so sure I can make you explode with pleasure, that if I am wrong, Laney, I will pay you ten million dollars.”