Her eyes of liquid gold, sparkling as she gazes into mine,
Her skin of rosy porcelain, soft as a feather beneath my touch,
Her voice like a delicate claret, so sweet as she says my name,
Her breasts, scarlet-tipped peaks, velvet against my tongue,
Her pussy, pink and swollen, slick as she moves against me,
Her hands, peachy and delicate, nestled in mine,
Her lips, ruby red and supple, so perfect as we kiss,
Her beauty, her strength, her will…like a storm on the roaring sea.
She is my love,
She is…
Alexandra
Ally’s heart melted. Evan wrote poetry? Erotic poetry? No wonder he didn’t have any issues with her writing for The Ruby. And this had been written for her.
Her eyes misted with tears. He was a writer. Evan. Her Evan.
And yes, damn it, he would still be her Evan. He still loved her, and she would prove she was worthy of his love. She wou
ld get to the bottom of whatever was going on at his business.
She walked quickly to the front entrance, looking around to make sure no one saw her. Sophie was in the conservatory playing the pianoforte and singing.
She opened the door and—
“Good afternoon, my lady.” Nathan Landon bowed.
Goodness, was it afternoon already? What was Mr. Landon doing here?
“Mr. Landon, I’m afraid I was just leaving…”
“My lady, I was so relieved to hear of Lady Sophie’s safe return. I have been worried sick about both of you.”
Ally forced a smile. “I do thank you for your concern. However, I’m afraid I do not have the time to visit.”
“But my lady, I was so hoping to finish our conversation. I would consider it a great honor if you would consent to be my wife.”
Mere weeks ago, Ally would have been delighted. Right now, all she could think of was her true love, Evan, who currently wanted nothing to do with her. The old Ally would have jumped at this proposal. Not today’s Ally. She was done with Mr. Landon. She intended to marry only one man, and he was in his bedchamber upstairs.
“Mr. Landon, I am indeed flattered by your offer, but I’m afraid that the sun has set on our time together.”
“You mean, you don’t wish to marry me?”
Ally shook her head. “No, and I’m truly sorry. I have enjoyed our time together.”
Mr. Landon returned her smile, and was that actually a look of relief on his handsome features?
“I am disappointed, my lady, but I do wish you well.” He bowed again.
“And I you, Mr. Landon.” An idea came to her. “Might I ask you a quick favor?”