disappeared from view. Blast! For an experienced soldier he was making a very poor job of attaining his objective and learning the identity of the fair teacher at the Temple of Venus.
He would just have to keep patronizing Elinor Lovington's elegant establishment until he did discover who the Quakeress was. Lord Chalfont grinned at the memory of Kitty sprawled seductively across the bed this morning as he had bid her good-bye and headed downstairs. Not for her the lessons being taught in the opulently decorated sitting room. 61
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Kitty was not the least bit interested in bettering herself. "I like my life the way it is," she responded simply on being questioned about the entire project. "Not that Miss Harriet isn't as kind a lady as one could hope to meet—offering to help us and all, but I don't wish to be helped. I like what I do." She grinned saucily at him.
"And you do it so well too." Adrian chuckled as he traced the outline of one dark curl draped provocatively over a plump breast.
"With a gentleman like yourself, sir, it is a pleasure." Kitty's eyes drifted hungrily across the broad chest covered with tight gold curls and down to the flat stomach. She sighed with contentment. She was indeed fortunate. Lord Chalfont was so skilled a lover she sometimes felt as though she should be paying him instead of the other way around. "Now with the others it takes more art."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Take, for example. Lord Sherburne—an ugly little man if there ever was one, and so shy. That wife of his is as cold as a block of ice. I saw them together at the opera once. She is handsome enough, but so prim and proper she could freeze the blood in your veins. Poor man. No wonder he comes here where he can find a bit of warmth and comfort." At her words the vision of Alicia's coldly perfect features and flawless complexion rose before Adrian, but he banished it as quickly as it had come, focusing instead on Kitty's entrancingly full lower lip which gleamed deliciously as she ran her tongue slowly over it. "He is most fortunate to have you, Kitty, to, ah, warm him up."
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"I know." Kitty smiled. "I am very good at what I do." She reached for him. "And I could be very good to you again, my lord."
"Thank you." Adrian grabbed his shirt, buttoning it hastily.
"I have a mind to see what this Miss Harriet can do." Lord Chalfont had enjoyed his night with Kitty very much indeed and in addition she had been able to offer him a little more information about the elusive Quakeress. The girls of the Temple of Venus had been told that she was to be called Miss Harriet and nothing more. She came once a week on Tuesdays and was helping the girls to learn to read so they could better themselves and would not be forced to depend on a livelihood in which they were valuable only as long as their youth and beauty lasted. Kitty, whose mother before her had plied the trade, had chosen her profession, but she was unique among Mrs. Lovington's ladies. Most of the others had had it forced upon them by unfortunate circumstances and they longed for nothing more than to find a way out of it. Not only had Miss Harriet promised to teach them to read, do sums, and speak and act like ladies, but she had also offered her assistance in finding them positions as maids or shop girls when they had mastered their lessons.
Kitty appeared to have the utmost confidence that Miss Harriet would be able to accomplish all of this. "For she has a fearful amount of energy, that one," Kitty averred. "Why already Fanny is giving herself airs and talking like a lady, not to mention forever practicing her lessons. She is constantly poring over those fashion plates Miss Harriet brings in—says Miss Harriet is going to find her a place in a fine 63
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establishment on Bond Street or maybe a position in a shop in her village."
"Ah." Absorbed in tying his cravat, Adrian had
He would just have to keep patronizing Elinor Lovington's elegant establishment until he did discover who the Quakeress was. Lord Chalfont grinned at the memory of Kitty sprawled seductively across the bed this morning as he had bid her good-bye and headed downstairs. Not for her the lessons being taught in the opulently decorated sitting room. 61
My Wayward Lady
by Evelyn Richardson
Kitty was not the least bit interested in bettering herself. "I like my life the way it is," she responded simply on being questioned about the entire project. "Not that Miss Harriet isn't as kind a lady as one could hope to meet—offering to help us and all, but I don't wish to be helped. I like what I do." She grinned saucily at him.
"And you do it so well too." Adrian chuckled as he traced the outline of one dark curl draped provocatively over a plump breast.
"With a gentleman like yourself, sir, it is a pleasure." Kitty's eyes drifted hungrily across the broad chest covered with tight gold curls and down to the flat stomach. She sighed with contentment. She was indeed fortunate. Lord Chalfont was so skilled a lover she sometimes felt as though she should be paying him instead of the other way around. "Now with the others it takes more art."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Take, for example. Lord Sherburne—an ugly little man if there ever was one, and so shy. That wife of his is as cold as a block of ice. I saw them together at the opera once. She is handsome enough, but so prim and proper she could freeze the blood in your veins. Poor man. No wonder he comes here where he can find a bit of warmth and comfort." At her words the vision of Alicia's coldly perfect features and flawless complexion rose before Adrian, but he banished it as quickly as it had come, focusing instead on Kitty's entrancingly full lower lip which gleamed deliciously as she ran her tongue slowly over it. "He is most fortunate to have you, Kitty, to, ah, warm him up."
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"I know." Kitty smiled. "I am very good at what I do." She reached for him. "And I could be very good to you again, my lord."
"Thank you." Adrian grabbed his shirt, buttoning it hastily.
"I have a mind to see what this Miss Harriet can do." Lord Chalfont had enjoyed his night with Kitty very much indeed and in addition she had been able to offer him a little more information about the elusive Quakeress. The girls of the Temple of Venus had been told that she was to be called Miss Harriet and nothing more. She came once a week on Tuesdays and was helping the girls to learn to read so they could better themselves and would not be forced to depend on a livelihood in which they were valuable only as long as their youth and beauty lasted. Kitty, whose mother before her had plied the trade, had chosen her profession, but she was unique among Mrs. Lovington's ladies. Most of the others had had it forced upon them by unfortunate circumstances and they longed for nothing more than to find a way out of it. Not only had Miss Harriet promised to teach them to read, do sums, and speak and act like ladies, but she had also offered her assistance in finding them positions as maids or shop girls when they had mastered their lessons.
Kitty appeared to have the utmost confidence that Miss Harriet would be able to accomplish all of this. "For she has a fearful amount of energy, that one," Kitty averred. "Why already Fanny is giving herself airs and talking like a lady, not to mention forever practicing her lessons. She is constantly poring over those fashion plates Miss Harriet brings in—says Miss Harriet is going to find her a place in a fine 63
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establishment on Bond Street or maybe a position in a shop in her village."
"Ah." Absorbed in tying his cravat, Adrian had
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