man?»
«Why not?»
«Because I have too many curves to look convincing?»
«You don’t need to convince anyone but me.» Blaize flicked
the filmy muslin now trailing from her ruined bodice and walked
back to the door. «Now take off this abomination and call your
maid to help you get dressed again.»
«I don’t have a maid. I have Lizzie from the kitchen.»
He paused long enough for her to see the impatience on his
face. «Then call her. I’ll expect you down in the hall in ten
minutes.»
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Minshom checked his pocket watch again and continued his
restless pacing around the perimeter of the hall. Where was Jane?
Had she changed her mind? Had his deliberate roughness finally
gotten through to her and made her bolt? God, he hoped so.
When he ripped her gown he’d wanted to explore further, to
shove his hand inside her corset and find her breasts, to bring
them to his mouth and suckle her nipples to hard, aching points.
Even though she must have realized the danger, she hadn’t
backed down from him. The quality of her silence, the obvious
tightening of her nipples and shortness of breath hadn’t helped
discourage him either. But then she’d always enjoyed sex, thrived
on his excesses, encouraged them even, so her reaction to him
wasn’t a complete surprise. She’d been a revelation when he met
her at seventeen and now she had only matured, her sexual
appetites no doubt stimulated and explored by other men.
His gut tightened as he contemplated Jane coming in another
man’s embrace. It was an image that unsettled him more than he
had anticipated. Where the hell was she? Robert emerged from
the servant’s staircase, Minshom’s hat and cloak in his hands.
«Here you are, my lord.»
Minshom stared at his valet. «Go and get your things. I want
you to come with me.»
«To the pleasure house, my lord?» Robert’s smile disappeared.
«Yes, what of it?»
«Nothing, sir, it’s just that I haven’t beer, there for a while.»
«You can ask permission to wait in the kitchen. When my wife
decides she’s seen enough and wants to go home, you can take
her in the carriage and come back for me later.»
«Yes, my lord.»
Minshom glanced sharply at Robert. «What’s the matter? Are
you annoyed because I won’t let you go and indulge yourself at
the pleasure house? You’re my property, Robert, don’t forget
that.»
«I know that, sir.»
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Robert’s face assumed the wooden look Minshom hated. But
he hardly had time to discuss his valet’s problems now; he had
far more important things to deal with. Getting rid of Jane had to
be his priority—if she ever got herself down those stairs. He
looked up again, saw her appear on the first-floor landing, her
body covered with a long voluminous cloak, her head bare.
«Ah, finally, there you are. Now come on.»
She reached the bottom of the stairs and stared up at him.
«I don’t look anything like a man.»
«As I said, it hardly matters. No one will be looking at you.
They’ll all be too busy having sex.» He pointed his finger at her
face. «And you will remain quiet and not draw attention to
yourself.»
She touched her hair and drew his gaze to the single braid
down her back. «Should I cut this? It’s far too long to be
fashionable anyway.»
He frowned. «Leave it.»
«Is that an order, my lord and master?»
God, he’d like to master her; have her at his feet, begging to
be fucked, to be filled with his cum...
Unnerved by his unruly thoughts, he scowled at her. «Do
what you want with it. I don’t care.»
He turned on his heel, beckoned to Robert and headed out to
his carriage. It wasn’t far to Madame s house in Mayfair, but the
night air was chilly and since the recent food riots, the streets
weren’t as safe as they had been. He didn’t bother to wait and
help Jane into the carriage. Dammit, she was dressed as a man,
and she could get in by herself. Robert, of
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