Cherished Girl
She should have known better, but she’d figured it out too late. That was all Carissa could think as she lay on her back with her wrists tied to the bed, completely naked. Anders Varrceau was his name. He was one of those tall, sexy men who could use a French accent to devastating effect. He had one of those rugged faces, a five o’clock shadow enhancing the effect, and gray-blue eyes that seemed to promise things both dark and delicious. If only she’d realized just how dark… She was three weeks into her six-week trip through Europe. The 22-year-old had had it all planned out, this reward to herself for graduating college. And then she’d met Anders in Berlin. After the nightclub he’d taken her back to his house. He’d romanced her. They’d spent …