In Bed With the Duke
In Bed With the Duke
“She sat before the fire, wrapped in her favorite old shawl, leaning forward to capture the heat of the flames and sliding her comb through her long, dark hair. The sight of her pensive silhouette made his heart melt even while the fire backlit the thin material of her nightgown and showed him the outline of her long, slender legs.
She put her comb down. Took a sip of wine and ate a handful of grapes. The shawl slipped off one shoulder, and he saw that she wore a new nightgown with lace straps a...nd a lace bodice. Lace! As if her beauty needed any enhancement.
Unbidden, a raw sound escaped him.
She turned and saw him, clad in his costume of rags and shredded scarf, mask and white powder.
Slowly, she straightened. The other nights, his appearance had given her joy. Not tonight. Tonight she seemed uncertain, and rushed into explanation. “We had to leave suddenly. I didn’t dare leave a message, and I was afraid you couldn’t find me. I didn’t want you to think I was . . . that I was avoiding you.”MoreLess
She put her comb down. Took a sip of wine and ate a handful of grapes. The shawl slipped off one shoulder, and he saw that she wore a new nightgown with lace straps a...nd a lace bodice. Lace! As if her beauty needed any enhancement.
Unbidden, a raw sound escaped him.
She turned and saw him, clad in his costume of rags and shredded scarf, mask and white powder.
Slowly, she straightened. The other nights, his appearance had given her joy. Not tonight. Tonight she seemed uncertain, and rushed into explanation. “We had to leave suddenly. I didn’t dare leave a message, and I was afraid you couldn’t find me. I didn’t want you to think I was . . . that I was avoiding you.”MoreLess
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