Danielle set down her reading and got up to answer the front door. When she opened it, there was a special delivery courier with a small package in one hand and a clipboard in the other. “Special delivery for Miss D. Steele,” he intoned boredly. “I’m Danielle Steele,” she replied quizzically. “Well, it’s addressed to
Helen Argyll walked smartly up the front walk, up the three stairs, and firmly pressed the doorbell button and waited for someone to answer. It was mid-morning, and for a lingerie saleswoman, this was one of the best times of the day to catch the lady of the house. Usually her husband and kids were
She was running late as usual! Claire just couldn’t seem to get anywhere on time. Why in the world did she ever agree to attend a lingerie party at Cathy’s house? With Frank away on business and it being a week night, she had had trouble finding a sitter for the twins. She was bone
Stella Bordon sat a her desk and reviewed the testimony in a divorce proceeding that her client was involved in. “Geesh,” she thought to herself, “this guy is lying through his teeth, Edie is right, he is hiding assets some place!” For the next ten minutes she poured over the deposition of Edie’s husband, and
