Just One Night (Le Débauché Club) - Plot & Excerpts
What was taking so long this evening? She was already nervous. What had she been thinking? She shouldn’t be here. She certainly shouldn’t have asked him to escort her. And every moment that stretched out before they reached Lord Longfield’s estate, the more she was certain she would be caught, found out, publicly ruined. “Lift your skirts, Emma,” James Armstrong, Earl of Haswell, called from the darkness across the coach. She gulped. Was she really going to do this tonight? “I said,” he began, his gravelly voice, laced with a bit of determination, “lift your skirts, Emma.” “M-my skirt?” she asked, like a ninny. That had been their agreement, hadn’t it? He’d take her to Longfield’s Le Débauché Masquerade and she’d do whatever he asked in return. James flicked his fingers upwards, gesturing for her to get on with it, a patch of moonlight catching his movement.
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