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“Absolutely. Perhaps you will find her to your liking. She’s rather stiff and conventional.” Now she had done it. She’d have to find someone to masquerade as Miss Spofford. Or she would just say that Miss Spofford had taken ill and couldn’t receive anyone. Yes, that would work.
“I look forward to it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must continue to prepare for dinner.” He looked her over. “Is that what you’re planning to wear?”
Ally looked down at her pale yellow satin gown. Not exactly appropriate for dinner. It was more of an afternoon dress. Pale yellow was not the best for any type of eating. She would have to change again for the ball later. Why should she change now? Just because Evan didn’t find her dress appropriate was no reason in her mind. “Yes, what of it?”
Evan nodded. “It is lovely and quite becoming. Please be waiting for me in the parlor in half an hour. We will take a coach to the St. Clair London residence.”
Ally’s cheeks heated, and the top of her breasts were rosy pink when she looked down. How his words affected her. She tingled all over and suppressed a shudder. Before she could respond, Evan dismissed her by closing his door.
* * *
Evan slacked against his door and loosened his cravat, which suddenly seemed to be cutting off the air in his throat. This woman would surely send him to an early grave. He was certain there was no such person as Miss Spofford, and tomorrow he would set out to prove that. Tonight he had to go to the St. Clair residence and make nice with his brother’s future in-laws. They were perfectly fine people, and he didn’t mind their company, but he was not in the mood to socialize. Perhaps it was best that he was not the heir to the Brighton estate. His brother, Jacob, was good at this sort of thing and even enjoyed it. But not Evan. He was happy tending to his businesses, or riding Leopold, or writing poetry in his journal, or reading a good book.
If Alexandra hadn’t run away to London, none of this would be happening. And he still needed to talk to her about her behavior yesterday. He did not truly think she would accuse him of rape. He believed she had spoken in haste and on impulse. However, her words had been cruel, and he needed to resolve the issue with her.
He let out a sigh, and then jerked away from the door when a knock vibrated through him. He turned and opened the door. Woods stood before him.
“Yes?” Evan said.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, my lord, but we have a bit of an…issue.”
Confessions of Lady Prudence
by Madame O
Poor Lars’s face was red as a ripe tomato. He covered his eyes with his hand. “I beg your pardon, my lady. Please forgive my intrusion.”
I ambled toward Lars and shut the door to the parlor, locking it. I gently removed his hand from his eyes and squeezed it. “No need to apologize. And no need to cover your eyes. Please, look upon me.”
If possible, he reddened even further.
“Does the sight of me naked please you?”
“I… Er…” Lars’s voice cracked.
“Oh, how rude of me. May I present my art instructor, Monsieur Christophe Bertrand.”
Lars shifted his gaze to Christophe, who was still fully clothed. “Sir, please let me apologize…”
“If Lady Prudence is not upset by your presence, far be it for me to take offense,” Christophe said.
“I am far from offended,” said I. “In fact, I would take it as a great compliment if you would see fit to join us.”
“Oh… I…”
I thrust my hand outward and grasped the bulge in his trousers. “I see the sight of me does please you. Come, please suck on my nipples while Christophe fucks me.”
“My lady, I am new in your aunt’s employ. I cannot take the chance of losing my post.”
“Whatever makes you think you will lose your post? Would it not be more likely that you would lose your post if you did not please me, her niece?” I held up my breasts. “Tell me, Lars, do you like my pretty titties? Do you not want to nibble on them?”
“My lady, they are quite…beautiful, and I would be lying if I said you were not enticing.”
I grasped the back of his head, weaving my fingers through his silky copper hair, and pulled him downward to my breast. “Then kiss my nipple, Lars. Please.”
He bent to obey. His firm lips clamped around the tight bud, and shudders ripped through me.
“Christophe, please come and suck the other one. Never before have I experienced two sets of lips pleasuring my diddeys.”
