And yet his eyes did not have the angelic quality on one might usually associate with such a color. Except, perhaps, at the shop where the local chemist made batches of ink by boiling Indigofera plants and copper sulfate together for days until they formed a blue so dark and deep that it approached violet. He had a long, straight nose and a voluptuary's mouth.And he had a pair of remarkable blue eyes that approximated no other shade she had ever seen. The layers of his gleaming black hair were thick and neatly cut, and his tanned face glowed from a precise shave.

He was big-framed and lean, with shoulders that seemed to span the width of the front door. Beautiful, really, if one could apply such a word to an obviously masculine creature. Despite his apparent dullness of wit, he was remarkably good-looking. Aren't men of your profession trained to show some discretion?'My.profession,' he repeated in a bemused manner.Now that he was safely concealed from public view, Amanda, allowed, herself to stare at him thoroughly. 'Do you think that anyone saw you? I hadn't thought that you would simply appear at the front door. But, of course, a man didn't need brains to do what he had been hired for.'Hurry,' she whispered, tugging anxiously on his muscular arm. Obviously he lacked the cranial equipment necessary to pursue a more intellectually challenging occupation.

From the moment she had ushered him inside in the manner of someone harboring an escaped convict, he had stared at her in dumbfounded silence. Chapter OneAmanda knew exactly why the man on her doorstep was a prostitute.

Suddenly you by lisa kleypas