He recalled with alacrity the times he’d returned to Andros and spent amorous days and erotic nights in bed with Rouge, eating and sleeping sporadically. Sporting with the feisty French wench had been fun and satisfying, but suddenly she no longer appealed to him. Their time together had run its course; he was tiring of her, it was as simple as that. And she. could deny it all she wanted, but he knew she was ready to leave the island. “Well, Morgan, mon amour, answer my question. Have you already seduced the woman? She’s a nun! I can’t believe it of you, even knowing your hatred for Spaniards.” “Looks are often deceiving,” Morgan said, admitting nothing, denying nothing. Rouge was too astute not to realize his ultimate goal. “What do you mean by that? The girl is a nun, isn’t she?” “As far as I know,” Morgan said blandly. “And for your information, I haven’t seduced her. I can’t get her off her knees long enough to lift her skirts.” Rouge laughed lustily.
