“I’m not going to become your mistress.” Simon’s eyes narrowed. “If you can stand to be Hodgeham’s mistress, God knows you can stand to become mine. Don’t claim you’re not attracted to me—we both know you’d be lying. Name any sum, Annabelle. Do you want a house of your own? Done. A carriage and matched team? A yacht? Done. Tell me your price—I’m tired of waiting for you.”
