Lady Mistaken (Le Débauché Club) - Plot & Excerpts
Anna? Alice? Something like that. Not that her name mattered anymore. “I have to get back to my guests,” he said, tucking his white linen shirt into his trousers. “But do feel free to recuperate here, I’m sure you need it.” He had, after all, been quite rigorous with her. Anna/Alice, whoever she was, rolled onto her side, sighed and pulled one of his pillows into her embrace. “You don’t mind if I wait for you, my lord?” Oh, God. She didn’t intend to truly wait for him, did she? Simon retrieved his domino from the bedside table, not that he really had use for the mask. Everyone knew he was here. He did, after all, live here. But as the rest of Le Débauché attendees would be hiding their identity, he’d don the mask just to avoid sticking out unnecessarily. “Oh…you,” he said, wishing her name would pop to his mind. It didn’t. “Don’t be silly. I may not be back until the morning. Have to entertain the guests, you know.”
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