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only me, you are naked.”
    “Hmm.
So you say. Then if I’m yours, who am I and who the hell are you?” She glared
at him, and waited to hear what he would say. Something else niggled at the
corner of her mind. “Why did you call me that?”
    He
raised one sculpted eyebrow in a most imperious manner. Something that she
rather thought would normally reduce her to acquiescence.
      Normally? What on earth is normal? “Why
did you call me ma petite?”

 
    Chapter Three
     
    Kit
bit back the oath he wanted to utter and counted to ten. Why on earth was his
usually biddable, well biddable as long as it was within the dynamic they had
agreed on, or in the sphere of their everyday life, wife acting like a spoiled
young deb? She knew fine well what his uttering of ma petite meant.
    Didn’t
she? Her strange behavior worried him, and that query worried him most of all.
    When
he’d met his Victoria and told her of his likes and needs she’d listened wide
eyed and thought for several minutes. Then she’d tilted her head to one side
and smiled. “A dynamique ? Something
we wish to have and adhere to?”
    He
grinned and tapped her backside none too gently. “Exactly. So we have a dynamic
of our own for us and us alone, and a life on show to others. But if I say to
you ma petite, you know it is our special time. Yes?” She’d nodded.
      Now he wondered if she really had suffered a
stronger injury than he originally thought.
    “Victoria
I’m beginning to fret more than a little.” He settled her deep into his lap so
his cock was squashed between her arse cheeks. “Why are you denying all we
have? All we are?”
    She
gave him the sort of look guaranteed to shrivel bollocks. All of a sudden he
was glad his were hidden under her body and his evening breeches.
    “Maybe
you could get it into your pea brain that I haven’t a scooby what you’re on
about?” she suggested.
    Kit
understood sarcasm when it was delivered in that tone of voice. It was a pity
he had no idea what she said. “It’s now established that a brain isn’t the size
of a pea.” Well he was sure he’d read that somewhere.
    “In
a male, considerably smaller?” Victoria suggested sweetly. “And in a man’s case
located in his gonads?”
    His
lips twitched involuntarily. “Gonads?”
    “Bollocks.”
    “Ah.
Well let me just say some of your phraseology is incomprehensible to me.”
    “Eh?
Oh good grief. Let’s converse in words of two syllables eh?” She shivered. “And
pretty please with sprinkles on, can I have a robe or something? Why don’t you
have the heating on?”
    He
gestured to the fire. “It’s as good a blaze as ever.”
    “No,
the…”
    He
watched as she looked slowly around the room.
    “Is
the electric off cos of the storm? Clara said it does happen sometime. But I
thought you’d have lamps and things, not just candles.”
      He latched on to the one sentence he
understood. “We decided only to use candles in the bedchamber. And that you
would be naked. We both agreed on that.”
    “Even
when it’s freezing?”
    He
shook his head stood up and dropped her onto the mattress, which dipped as she
bounced gently. “It’s nowhere near freezing. But if you’re cold you may slip
under the covers. I’ll join you in a moment.”
    “Not
until you tell me who you are, you won’t. I don’t sleep with anyone I don’t
know.” She crossed her arms and stared defiantly at him. “Spill the beans. You,
me, where, how, why?”
      There she went with incomprehensible
utterances again.
    “Victoria.
Your name is Victoria.”
    She
tutted. “Duh, I know that, though everyone but everyone calls me Vicky or Vic.
If as I said they like their face the way it is. Who are you? Gah, I’m sounding
like a stuck record.”
    “Christopher,
known as Kit, Lord Capel, the Duke of Aulban.” He paused to see if there was a
glimmer of comprehension on her face.
    There
wasn’t.
    He
sighed and ran his fingers through his