Held Captive By Love by Sandy Anton Page B

were incredibly superficial.  More and more, she began to see how much the people around her were just interested in her because of her social connections or her money. 
    And so, always an introvert, she'd withdrawn even further from the world, almost always leaving San Bernardino only when work required it.
    Life was what it was.  But was she happy? 
    She wasn't sure if she could answer that, because that was something she almost never let herself ask.
     
    Chapter 2
    Andre shifted in his seat.  Damn.  He was going to have to stop chauffeuring Teresa Corey around, because every time he did the simple drive resulted in an almost unbearable boner.  Then again, the thought of never seeing her again was even more unbearable.  He'd rather spend the rest of his life with blue balls than forgo being able to see those beautiful
    How the hell could anyone even be so beautiful anyway? 
    Oh, that's right .  She used to be a supermodel. 
    For the millionth time, Andre wondered why she'd quit that glamorous world and settled down with a wine baron fifty years her senior.  He'd had money, of course, and everyone had noticed that and immediately labeled Teresa a gold digger, but she couldn't have been absolutely broke after gracing Fitness magazine and walking the runway for Victoria's Secret.
    And after the old man had died, she'd sold nearly all their belongings and moved out of Los Angeles.
    Andre knew all of this because just a few years ago, before he'd started his own limousine service, he'd been the personal chauffeur to Teresa and Alexander Conrad.  Since Teresa had made her drastic life changes, he only saw her when she needed to be driven into the city. 
    Aside from her excursions into L.A., it appeared that she spent most of her time at home, whether it was working or doing something else, Andre couldn't say.  What he did know, though, was that it was odd for such an attractive and young woman to be so withdrawn from the world. 
      But she'd always been that way- even when she'd lived in the city and he'd driven her every day.  She would get nervous when going to parties or restaurants where she was likely to get recognized.  And it wasn't that she wasn't polite, she was always kind to everyone, including Andre.  She just never had much to say.
    Except for when her husband had been around.  Andre would hear them through the cracked partition in the car, chattering incessantly anytime they were being driven anywhere.  Hearing their conversations had always made Andre jealous.  Mr. Conrad had been a nice man, and Andre had never meant to lust after another man's wife, but damn it if he couldn't help but want to be the one that Teresa held hands with and shared her deepest secrets with.
    Andre sighed.  No, it wasn't just Teresa's body that drove him crazy.  It was everything about her.  That adorable and shy side smile she gave when she found something amusing.  The way she was never quick to judge or make rash decisions. A quality, which had probably aided her fashion business become successful so quickly.  
    Lucky bastard , He thought, and shifted in his seat again.  Had the two of them actually had sex throughout their marriage?  If so, money really did buy everything.
      He glanced in the rear view mirror.  The partition was down, as it always was when he now drove Teresa.  She was rolling her window down and her wheat-colored locks were whipping in the breeze.  Andre swallowed hard.  He shouldn't be allowing himself to be driven so crazy.
    Quickly, he looked away, but then did a double take.  Were her eyes red? As inconspicuously as he could, he spied on his passenger using the car's mirrors.  Yes.  Her eyes were definitely not only red, but also puffy.  And now a single tear was sliding down her cheek.
      Andre's, heart clenched into a knot.  He couldn't stand to see any woman cry. Any time one of his little sisters did he wanted to beat whoever had caused their pain into a pulp, but