Something Scandalous

She laughed softly. “Lady Whitely knows her customers’ preferences.”

“What is your name?” That would do it. Hearing her name would stop him cold.

“What do yo

u want it to be?” she replied coyly. “I can be whomever you desire tonight.”

Will gulped his whisky down. “Elizabeth,” he whispered.

“What?” She sounded surprised.

He should never have said that aloud. Calling her Elizabeth was almost as bad as being here in the first place. He placed his hands on the arms of the chair to lift himself up. “I should go.”

“No.”

Since when did he listen to prostitutes? But he quickly sat back down.

“Why don’t you tell me why you want to call me Elizabeth?” she whispered.

Even her voice reminded him of her. What did he have to lose by telling her this? “I love her.”

In the dim room, he barely noticed that her eyes widened behind the mask.

“You do? Then why are you not with her?”

“We argued,” he said. They hadn’t really argued. She had been trying to explain what she had done.

“Do you want her back?” The enchantress let her legs slip apart, allowing him a view of her damp folds.

He gripped the arms of the chair, trying not to embarrass himself. “No,” he lied.

She stood up and walked behind his chair. Her soft lips kissed the sensitive spot right behind his ear. She skimmed her hands down the front of his jacket. He clasped her hands with his.

“Do you think she wants you back?” the woman whispered in his ear. “She might be dreadfully sorry for whatever she said.”

“You do not know anything about it.” Damn. Why did he drink that last glass of whisky?

Her hand went to his cravat and slowly untied the knot. Unraveling the linen from around his neck, she let her breasts rub against his shoulders.

“How badly do you want her back?”

“I already told you, I don’t want…” his voice trailed off as her hands unbuttoned his shirt. Her warm, soft hands slid down his chest until she reached his nipples.

“Are you certain you don’t want her back?” She kissed his neck. “I am sensing that you do.”

Her fingers rubbed and pulled slightly on his nipples, driving him mad. How was he supposed to think about anything when she was doing that to him?

“Do you want her back?” she asked insistently.

“Yes. I want her back,” he admitted. “But I highly doubt she wants me.”

He held her arms to stop her from moving any farther down. His desire was almost out of control. And he did not want this woman. He wanted Elizabeth. His Elizabeth. The woman who made love with him on the sofa and on the desk. The one who was so damned good to him and his siblings. His resolve strengthened.

“I am leaving now.” He moved away from her and picked up his cravat.

“Where are you going?” she whispered.

“To find Elizabeth. My Elizabeth.” He moved toward the door, but she was blocking it with her body. Of course, he had forgotten to pay her. He reached into his pocket and pulled out more than enough for her spending time talking to him.