Introduction: Can it be that you really don’t know—don’t see—how stunningly, incredibly gorgeous you are?" Sara shifted uncomfortably. "Could we get back to discussing a color scheme for your sitting room—?""Let’s see." Simon chose to ignore her change of subject as he looked across at her consideringly. "Your hair is the color of midnight—black with a blue sheen—and your eyes—oh, God. I could talk about your eyes all night! They have such a beautiful color. Hot—" "Simon—" "I could happily drown in them,"...