Venus was innocent, naïve, sweet to her bones and as genuine as they came. She had a gentle disposition and from all he’d heard from Simon, she was loyal and ferocious in her defence of others, even those she didn’t know. She’d dressed her friend down over her disdain of Mason and Simon, which upped his respect for her tenfold. Women like her did not defend men like him. Especially to their best friends.
But according to Simon, she’d acted like a lioness protecting her cubs and had been furious at the judgment levied against Mason and Simon by her friend, and she’d taken her down several notches and let her know in no uncertain terms what she thought of her opinion.
It was hard not to respect a sweet, gentle woman who looked like she could be easily intimidated and yet breathed fire when
