“I want you,” said Max.
“Oh.” Kitty looked around. “Here? There may well be a quiet corner…or a conservatory perhaps?” Her lips twitched. “We broke a tree once, we could demolish an aspidistra or two, I’m sure…”
He squeezed her waist. “You will pay for that, my dear. Wait until we get home.”
Her eyes lowered. “Yes, Master,” she whispered. Then she glanced up, all naughtiness and delight.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I shall forget the reason we’re here and strip you naked right in the middle of Lady Chorley’s ballroom.”
She tilted her head to one side and looked at him. “You probably would, too. So let’s to business, shall we? I think we’ll be the topic of more than enough gossip tomorrow without adding naked frolics into the mix.”
“Right.” Max looked around them. “Weston. Lady Dorothea Weston. Yellow hair, I believe. A bosom bow of Matilda Cornwell’s, and God knows that woman is everywhere. Aha.” He nodded. “Yes, there she is. I’ve found Matilda. Let’s start with her.”
