Fringilla napisał(a):mowa o romansach tylko?
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Fringilla napisał(a):mowa o romansach tylko?
A gentleman didn't run from danger, Leland had to remind himself, especially not in front of his servants. So he dismissed the servants. That was a tactical error, for it seemed Mrs. Warrington had been restraining herself until she had him alone. Valkyries had their standards, too. Now she lit into him, starting with unfeeling and inhumane, pausing only slightly for toplofty and despotic before the descent to rakehell and roueacute;. She didn't quite accuse him of being a child molester, but he could see it dangling on the tip of her tongue.
(...)
Ware meant to offer his abject apologies then, truly he did. Instead, he heard himself make another kind of offer entirely. "Since you won't let me take the boy, my dear, perhaps you'd be willing to come with him? There's a vacant cottage at one of the tenant farms. You'd have every comfort those same groats can provide. I can be very generous."
"You can be damned!"
(...)
Most likely she couldn't think of any words foul enough for him. Before she did, Leland closed her mouth in the most convenient—for him - way possible. He'd been wanting to taste those rosy lips for an age. Now he had an excuse. Not a good excuse, admittedly, but one that was just loud enough to drown out his conscience.
(...)
Leland released her and stepped back, waiting for the slap. He deserved it, had earned it, would suffer it like a man. The slap never came. Instead, the thick heel of one serviceable, no-nonsense, unfashionable boot came down on his pump-clad toes with the accompanying command to "Go find a woman with morals as low as yours, if you can."
And then, while the duke was hopping on one foot, one serviceable, no-nonsense, and extremely unfashionable knee landed between his legs. "And go get your own children, if you can."
Gads, he'd forgotten she was a soldier's wife, too.
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