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“Your Grace—”
    “Please do not
address me as such. Cordelia Waite no longer exists. Remember that always. To
the world, I am a widow by the name of Mrs. Weylen.”
    “Very well, Mrs.
Weylen. You are welcome to stay here. Get some rest, and know that you are
safe. When you are ready, and my wife is calm enough to talk, we shall discuss
your plans.”
    “Thank you, my
lord. I am indebted to you.” Though I am
sure your lovely wife will not think the same. In fact, I am sure she will turn
us out on our arses.
     
    *
* * *
     
    Bastian scanned
the room for where he had tossed his shirt and cravat. There they were, in the
middle of the floor, too far out of reach, and more than likely wrinkled from
his hastiness. Blast it! I still have an
appointment to attend . He tucked his manhood back into his breeches, while
a very satisfied Mary Elizabeth lay grinning from satisfaction. “Well, don’t we
look like the cat that ate the canary?”
    “ Mmm …indeed, my lord. Your masterful skills of pleasure,
Bastian, never cease to amaze me. Your wicked tongue, in all its glory, knows
how to drive a woman mad. Where ever did you learn all that?”
    The question made
him chuckle, and while no one had ever sought out such information before, he
would never give up his secrets on where he had learned of how to pleasure
women. His parents would turn over in their graves if he ever spoke such tales
aloud.
    What would they say of my visits to brothel upon brothel? What would
my mother do if she knew that one of her widowed companions had taken me under
their wing and educated me on the needs of women who wished for more than a
simple fucking? Who
knew that I would not be happy until I bound a woman, spanked her, and used
implements to ensure her pleasure?
    All this thinking
was making his cock thick with need again. And while his companion, Mary
Elizabeth, deemed to please him in any way that she could, absolutely no one
would whimper, purr, or scream out his name like Cordelia. With a heavy heart,
Bastian shook his head to keep thoughts of her out of his mind. Cordelia is gone. Move on, man!
    With his shirt and
cravat back on, he walked over to Mary Elizabeth’s bed, planting a heavy hand
on her round, creamy arse. “My dear, I need to leave now. Try not to get into
any trouble until I come calling again. Am I understood?”
    She grinned back
at him, her mischievous green eyes indicating that she was prepared to
disregard his order and make trouble at a moment’s notice. Yet her words sang a
different tune. “Of course, my love. I would not dare to ignite your ire.
Besides, I have some shopping to do. I have my eye on several new gowns, which
I think you will approve of very much.”
    “Well, in that
case, I look forward to seeing them soon.”
    “Bastian, before
you leave, I was wondering if you gave some more thought on—”
    The earl pinched
the bridge of his nose. Here we go again .
“Mary Elizabeth, how many times must we go through this? I am not sure having a
paid mistress is how I would like to proceed. I happen to like our current
arrangement, and I wonder why you do not. If you want more money, I can
certainly offer it.”
    The courtesan
scoffed and bounced from the bed to dress. “How many times must I tell you,
Bastian? Martine is hoping to draw a more long-term clientele. The woman is set
on seeing her experienced girls settled, so that she may begin training others
to prepare them for gentlemen of your league. As I said the other morning, if
you do not commit to that sort of arrangement, there will no longer be an
agreement for either of us.”
    “Then so be it, my
dear. Shall we depart, then, knowing that this was our last moment together?”
    She glared at him
with a scowl. “You infuriating man!” Mary Elizabeth grabbed her porcelain water
jug and tossed it at him. “You cad! Get out! I’ve had enough of this
nonsense…after everything I’ve done…”
    Bastian backed
away, watching her fury with