Utterly bewildered by events and his ever-changing demeanour towards her, poor Zoe did not know what to do or say for the best, so she nodded uncertainly, and was desperately happy to see a small smile of relief lift his stern expression, just a little. Steven Erasmus helped her off the desk, his hands easily cupping her bottom, and lowered her into his capacious chair. He settled her there for a moment, stroking her silky hair from her flushed and slightly perspiring brow, her arms still imprisoned by her own blazer...
Into the scheming, backstabbing political gamesmanship of the back rooms of power comes a charmingly naive girl of irrepressible good will and optimism. Brought up in the isolated and deeply conservative surroundings of a distant Swiss boarding school, the lovely young Zoe Quincanon instantly becomes a sought after prize and pawn by the jaded moneyed set which inhabits the corridors of national politics. Fascinated by her innocence and beguiled by her youth and beauty, men and women alike will seduce her with cunning words, and rouse her body to insatiable levels of want and need. But however they bind her body or mind, her gentle innocence remains.