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Lady Taffeta found herself looking up and into the Hotspur’s s dark eyes, and in spite of herself, she was conscious of his char up and teased her between her thighs in a way thatto last

He smiled, took her elbow, and deftly led her away fro them both Taffy looked back and saw her aunt had used the opportunity to escape, and smiled to herself before she turned a frown to Lord Tarrant

“Just what are you doing?”

“Preparing to waltz with you, libly

“Really? They have not even struck up the iven permission from the Jersey to waltz…”

The an at that very moment to play a very pretty waltz, and Taffy’s lips parted with surprise

He chuckled and said, “And as for permission…” He nodded toward Lady Jersey

Taffy looked toward the great lady of Almack’s, and Sarah, Countess of Jersey, who inclined her head with approval Taffeta lowered her eyes in elegant thanks and looked up at Tarrant

“How did you arrange that with the regent’s woman?”

“Hush … we don’t say such things out loud; you never knohoabout her”

She sighed, “Yes, of course, you are right, and it wasn’t nice of me either”

She gave herself over to his expert lead as he tooled her around the ballroo ht conversation with him, but she couldn’t seem to look anywhere but at his chest

“I am so pleased you like it I’d hoped you would,” said Tarrant suavely

“What? Like what?” she asked, bringing her eyes up to his face

His slittered with an”