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Оглавление“Well, well, well, what have we here? Bea in my bedchamber, looking very beddable.”
Ranulf leaned forward as if he was about to kiss her and gave her a sodden grin.
“If you only knew the thoughts I have about you sometimes, my dear, you’d steer very clear of me. I may not be the devil, but I’m certainly no saint.”
No doubt he thought he was warning Beatrice, telling her to beware his animal lust.
His lust didn’t frighten her. Indeed, she wished they could be this close, in this chamber, when he was sober.
Why not show him how she felt now?
Determined, excited, yet hardly believing that she was about to be so bold, Beatrice rose on her toes and whispered, “And if you, my lord, only knew some of the dreams I’ve had about you.”
And then she kissed him…
