Alexia suspected Lord Maccon's handling was a tad more than was strictly called for under the circumstances, but she secretly enjoyed the sensation. After all, how often did a spinster of her shelf life get manhandled by an earl of Lord Maccon's peerage? She had better take advantage of the situation.
Gail CarrigerSophronia was minding her own business and running late to luncheon, as was her custom. She'd let to learn the advantage of punctuality. As she told Sister Mattie the third time she was late to household potions and poisons, nothing interesting happened until after an event commenced.
Gail CarrigerQuietly Sophronia added, "And the soot on my dress, sir?" "I didn't see anything." Professor Braithwope smiled down at her, showing a small hint of fang. Sophronia grinned back. "I'm glad we understand each other, sir." The vampire looked out into the night. "This is the right finishing school for you, isn't it, whot?" "Yes sir, I think it might very well be." "A piece of advice, Miss Temminnick?" "Sir?" "It is a great skill to have friends in low places. They, too, have things to teach you." "Now, sir, I thought you didn't see any soot.
Gail CarrigerWell, my love,โ said Alexia with prodigious daring to Lord Maccon, โshall we?โ The earl started to move forward and then stopped abruptly and looked down at her, not moving at all. โAm I?โ โAre you what?โ She peeked up at him through her tangled hair, pretending confusion. There was no possible way she was going to make this easy for him. โYour love?โ โWell, you are a werewolf, Scottish, naked, and covered in blood, and I am still holding your hand.โ He sighed in evident relief. โGood. That is settled, then.
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