CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN – LOVE TRIANGLES

"I've warned you about leering and pawing at Miss Emerson, you slick bastard," Richard growled, looking like he was straining against Davies' restraining grip. "Thought I'd made my feelings on that bloody clear..." "Richard, please." Charlotte darted forward on instinct, placing herself squarely between the two men though it felt like stepping between enraged stallions. Up close she could see the slight shine of sweat on his brow, the vein pulsing in his neck, and it stoked a complicated tangle of emotions inside her. Yes, there was the fear and discomfort at seeing him pushed to such violent brinks. But along with it was a darker, more primal fascination, a strange sort of thrill at being the object that had unhingered him so. "Look at me, love," she murmured, deliberately pitching her voice low and soothing. "Look at me, not him. There's no need for this, truly." Richard's gaze swung to lock with hers, still blazing with possessive heat, but tempered somewhat. Charlotte pressed h