He pointed toward the door.
“A lady whom you find irresistible can be a tasty—”
“Out!”
“Come now, Evan. Really, I am twenty.”
“A child.”
“Then why am I out there looking for a man? To make me a woman overnight? I know what goes on in a bed, Evan. And I know you know!” She pointed toward the street. “The whole of London knows how well you know!”
His reputation was not one he had ever discussed with any of his sisters, let alone the youngest and sweetest…or so he still thought she was. This was not good. Did he have to become a monk to show them he respected them…and all the others?
“I think,” he said with measure, “we have shared enough of our views of Society and sexual congress for the day, Fee.” He got to his feet. “I have work to do. You will go now. Good afternoon.”
“And the Chelmsfords’ ball?”
“I’ll go.”Of course I will. Yes, to see the exquisite Mademoiselle Bechard once more, damn my soul.“Rest assured, my dear, I will dance with you and with Jezebel.”
“Jasmine.”
“Her too.”
“And Mademoiselle Bechard?”
“She’ll not have me.”
“Or so you assume?”
“I offended her, Fee.”I was too forward.
His sister looked compassionate. But clearly she was not going without having her famous last word. “Evan?”
“Yes,what?” He threw up both hands.
“Make it up to her.”
He turned skeptical. “Why?”
“She will look so beautiful in contrast standing next to you.” His jaunty sister grinned. “And in bed, she’ll be a perfect fit.”
His eyes went wide. “You are not too old to spank.”
She preened. “You would never.”
He pointed toward the door once more.
Chapter Four
Chelmsford House
41 Park Street
Mayfair, London
Make it up to her.
Smart suggestion.
