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What the bloody hell rong with him? He had always had so much control

Why did this happen to hile ti, yes, but this ti to him, so much more than that She had spirit and a sense of balance about her that he found intoxicating She was intoxicating

And her scent—never had a wo scent as she always did, like vanilla and heather, and so else, exotic like that of a rare orchard Damn but he wanted her so much he couldn’t think

Wrong—this was all wrong He was allowing his dick to lead him around, and he knew better He was a man of cool, steady nerves He was, he knew, a doroup—more than that He liked to be in control of every situation This was not like him

He pulled hiether and went up the stairs He used the doorknocker and found the door flung wide open by a young serving-girl, who openly gaped at him Her mouth dropped as she bobbed a curtsey

He s to set her at ease, and took a card out of his inner pocket “Would you tell your headmistress that the Marquis of Dartmour would like a moment of her time?”

“I would, aye, that I would,” the girl said, waving hi to follow me?”

He grinned “Indeed, I think that ht answer”

“Aye then,” she said shyly and led the way

Only a few moments went by before she returned and opened the inner door wide “Miss Sallstone says she will see you now”

The marquis took out a coin and flipped it to her “What is your name?”

She caught the coin, grinned at hihtly, and said, “Molly, sir … er … my lord”

He laughed “Thank you, Molly” He turned and walked into the headmistress’s office and was very aware of Miss Sallstone’s intake of breath and the hand that fluttered flirtatiously as she offered him a chair

~ Ten ~

TIME PASSED SLOWLY, so slowly for Sassy as she looked at the clock When she’d gone to the kitchen for a cup of tea and passed the headh out loud She had cringed and hurried to her room