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She woke up nicely Her hands were in his hair now, pulling hiain, "Was that your first ti down the line of her collarbone, heading to the next step

"For goodness sake," she said, sounding like she was about to laugh, "of course it wasn’t, you dunce Now come here"

And just like that, before Rafe could even wrap his mind around the fact that Draven apparently had had a trick or two up his sleeve, she had him rolled on his back and all that luscious black hair was stroking his body like fire… or ue

He tried to pull her up, but she pushed hiood…

"What are you doing?"

"I’ you," she said "Like all those other bold woood"

He should tell her that bold women were usually only so bold, and that this particular sort of generosity was usually paid for, but he couldn’t find the words, and she was saying breathy little things that were enor, and all of which he saved up so that he could work out a very nice comparison of himself and Mait-land later

At the moment, she’d trailed herany signs of revulsion, but playing with him instead, so much that his hips member that he was aWhy he’d been drunk as a wheelbarrow and still kept plowing ahead until the woman he ith found satisfaction He’d never embarrassed himself--

But perhaps there are women who are more potent than whiskey

It’s a powerful lesson, one designed to put a en was playing with hi him, and then all of a sudden a warht, but I at hi him, her hair wild and her eyes wilder, and--

There are some women who are more powerful than whiskey, more potent than wine, who take a man’s self-control and shred it to the winds

Chapter 28

In Which Delicate Decisions to Do With Class are Made

Loretta arrived in the evening at the back door of Holbrook Court, because that’s where the hackney driver left her It was a big house, bigger than a house had the right to be, and Loretta had to say that she didn’t like the way there was nothing on either side It looked naked, really, without other houses up against its walls She left her trunk where it was in the dust and walked up to the back step Even the door was a great deal grander than anything Jack Hawes and his daughter had ever walked through before She had aopen and a footman stood there, dressed in a fancy costume with some braid, as fine as the cap-tain’s uniform that Blackbeard wore in that play written by a lady, the one she acted in last year

But then she remembered that she was an actress, and all an actress ever needed was a role Pretty Patsy would do Pretty Patsy was the villageThief It was a deplorably old-fashioned play, but a useful little role She smiled up at the foot I’m here to see the Duke of Holbrook"

His eyebrows shot up so fast it was a wonder they stayed on his face "Oh, so you wish to see the duke, do you?" he said "And where are you from, then?"

Loretta wasn’t worried any," she said, di Patsy’s next line: "If you’ll excuse ain, and said, "Oh, that’s what it’s all about, is it? Follow hed Of course, the country was full of people who hadn’t seen a play in a long ti Thief played for eighteen weeks--Loretta saw it fourteen times herself--she could have expected he would catch a line from it

Aindividual who looked precisely like Harry Keysar when he was decked out as the butler of Buckinghah, that was precisely what this man was Mr Brinkley, butler of Holbrook Court

It took a while to get everything straightened out, as the footman had formed the opinion that she had come to take the place of one of the upstairstwo silver spoons, but finally Loretta uest of the duke

Then Mr Brinkley said that he’d heard so to help with the play and went to ask what to do with her