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depraved by the way.” 
    “Lady
Halston should be more concerned about Lord Halston’s wickedness than
mine.”  The deep baritone vibrated down Alexandra’s spine. An image of
Lord Reynolds as he appeared in the ballroom leapt in front of her.  His
voice sounded as beautiful as he was. 
    The woman
laughed lightly. “I adore your depravity.  Besides, it certainly hasn’t
stopped every mama in London from pushing their simpering daughters at
you.”  
     “Mmmm.
I’m not interested in virgins, simpering or not.  I find them
tiresome.” 
    “Your
grandmother does not.  I’m told she interviews young girls by the
dozens.  Her specifications are quite exacting.  She wants you
married with an heir.”           
    Alexandra
peered through a small crack in the curtain and snuck a look at the
couple.  Lord Reynolds had his back to her.  Her eyes traveled down to
the spill of inky black hair over his shoulders.  She looked lower. 
His trousers were indecently tight.   She looked away.  Ladies
did not notice such things.
    Lady
Fellowes moved to stand in front of Lord Reynolds, pushing her breasts forward
suggestively. 
    Lord
Reynolds lifted a hand.  His fingers drummed against the redhead’s
bodice.  “Caro.  You should go back to the ballroom instead of
tempting me.”  The dark head pressed a kiss against the white flesh
mounded over Lady Fellowes’s bodice. 
     “ Do I tempt you, Cam?” Lady Fellowes purred.
    Alexandra
nearly had a fit.   She quivered in a mixture of excitement and
embarrassment as she shrank back into the curtains.  Could she sneak out
while Lord Reynolds occupied himself with Lady Fellowes? What if they saw her
as she tiptoed to the door?  She could just imagine waving nonchalantly to
Lord Reynolds, telling him to ‘carry on’ as she waltzed out.
    A muted sigh
of satisfaction reached Alexandra’s ears.  Lady Fellowes clearly relished
whatever Lord Reynolds was doing to her.  Alexandra tried to summon up
disgust and revulsion, but instead her own traitorous breasts began to ache in
response to the sounds she heard.  She forced herself to stay still even
as every nerve in her body tingled.   Think of something else
Alexandra!  Like cleaning out the stables!
    The thump of
a body landing on the couch, accompanied by a rustle of clothing piqued her
curiosity.  I shall only peek . She popped one eye around the edge
of damask.  Good Lord!   Lady Fellowes had wrapped her legs
around Satan Reynolds’s torso and she was attempting to wrestle him to the
couch.    Lady Fellow’s bright green garters were in shocking
contrast to her pale thighs and stark black gown.  She tried to pull Lord
Reynolds’s hand inside her skirts.
    “Come be
naughty with me.” Lady Fellowes pouted her red lips and swiveled her hips.
    Lord
Reynolds smiled indulgently.  Long elegant fingers ran down Lady Fellowes
legs in appreciation.  “I don’t think this is an especially good time for
this, Caro.” 
     Lady
Fellowes hugged him with her legs.  She took one of Lord Reynolds hands
and placed it on her breast.  The redhead sighed dramatically.
    Alexandra
stood frozen. 
    “Cam, Cam, I
want you so badly.”
    The broad
shoulders shifted as Lord Reynolds shrugged his dark hair back.  A piece
of green glinted amidst the inky strands, dangling and beckoning to Alexandra.
    He has an
earring ? Pirates and all
sorts of other disreputable characters wore earrings.  Something dark
swirled down Alexandra’s stomach and between her thighs when she watched Lord
Reynolds.  As he had in the ballroom, he sufficiently squashed all
thoughts of her dire circumstances with his presence.  Alexandra sniffed
the air.  The library smelled of cinnamon.
    Lady
Fellowes thrust herself against Lord Reynolds and tried to pull him
closer.  The gloved hands ran through the too long locks of his
hair. 
    Alexandra
stood transfixed, knowing she should look away, close her eyes, and possibly
put