Sarah Sullivan was being kissed by him, and she didn't resist or struggle.
Even though the man's hands weren't exactly honest.
Even though a certain part of him was again restlessly making its presence known.
Not until half an hour later did Sarah push Anthony Varley away.
"Alright, Mr. Varley, you've had your fun, now we should talk business. I'm leaving here; our marriage was always a transaction, and now that the deal is over, let's pick a time to swap the red book for the green one?"
At this, Anthony's eyes were filled with incredulity: "Madam, we just had our romantic moment, and now you want to bring up divorce, isn't that a bit heartless? I've only heard of men pulling up their pants and refusing to acknowledge people, but a woman like you, who flirts and then runs, that's something new."
Sarah glanced at her dress all rumpled and crumpled from the man's fondling.
A dress her aunt bought for five million, now turned into a rag.
