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That bed had cradled every Greystone for two centuries That bed had supported brave ht and spilt blood for their country That bed marked Miles as unworthy when coh his father was the first to hold the title of wastrel

“I knohat you’re thinking, Drake, and the answer is no”

“What, not even a little light relief?”

“No”

“Are you sure you don’t want to keep them? For a short while at least”

“I’m certain”

Like a scene from an exotic brothel in the far reaches of the Orient, the wo Sinful moans filled the air Amber flalow of candlelight licked the red walls Like Satan’s finger, the potent scent of lust beckoned them into the lair

The worin formed on her lips “Well, well What ’ave we ’ere?” She left her friend and prowled to the end of the bed, her saggy breasts brushing the coverlet “Han’s told ya the price?” Dark eyes devoured Miles before entleain What d’ya say, Jenny?”

The raven-haired strumpet mewled as she eyed Drake

Ladies with loose morals liked a brute They craved power, liked to drink and suck the lifeblood from a man who commanded fear and respect Miles sth hidden, preferred to catch his enemy unawares

“I doubt you’ve got what it takes to satisfy eous smile He strode into the rooth for what lies ahead”

The blond one came up on her knees “And why is that? D’ya like a lady to do all the work?”

“No, not always, but it’s a three-mile walk back to Cuckfield”

“Cuckfield? We’ve no need to go there”

“Oh, but you do, because as master of this house I do not take kindly to theft and trespass” He reached for the shawl on the chair and threw it onto the bed “You’ve five s before Drake here kindly escorts you to the gate”