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probably thinks of me as a nonentity.” She sighed.
    Flora had been excited when Fraser had looked at her with that predatory gleam in his eye. She’d never seen it directed at herself before and it had sent all sorts of new and interesting sensations through her body. She remembered how her quim had rippled with tiny stings across it, and her inner muscles clenched and relaxed in wave after wave of something just out of reach that she knew would be overwhelming. To her amazement, that one look had stayed with her, and Flora had given herself release once she reached the privacy of her bedchamber later that night.
    “Do you want him to?” Molly asked her. “To listen to you, and take you seriously.”
    Did she? “Oh yes.”
    “And are you willing to show him? Bare your mind and body? Show him how his presence affects you, let him touch you, run his fingers into your channel and feel the evidence? Do all the things we spoke of?”
    Flora nodded, and thought how strange, and good it was to be able to speak so freely about things that weren’t ever discussed. “I’ve thought it over and over, Molly. I was fine—well no, not fine, but almost fine—until I heard someone outside the room. Even though I knew the door was locked, I wanted; well I wanted to know we were safe. I suppose in some strange way, I wanted romance. To feel his body hard and soft next to mine, and feel him tremble if I kissed him. To be able to lay back, or whatever and experience every nuance of his touch on me, and not worry. As much as I was sure he had locked the door, and would do all that was right and good, I couldn’t relax. To get the romance I needed that, and to know I could concentrate on how I felt and what I was doing with all of me. Not with half of me waiting for a knock on the door, or a rattle at the window. Anyway,” she added in a defiant tone. “I want my first time of se...lo…oh dammit, of fucking, to be perfect.”
    “Then this is what you’ll do.” Molly took the glass from Flora and set it on the table. “And you’ll do it with a clear head and no false courage.”
    Flora nodded. “I am so annoyed with myself. I used explicit language, saw the way he responded, and still did nothing. Well not again. I have to show him I’m not to be trifled with. How am I going to achieve that?”
    “Like this.”
    ***
    Fraser, the Earl of Kilfron, dismissed his valet and stretched his arms high to get rid of the aches and pains gathered from a day of gentlemanly pursuits to be found in the capital. He’d be glad when it was time to return to Kilfron for a while. However, first he had to secure his bride. Not for the first time, he wondered about the scene at the Markham Ball that had ended so abruptly—just when it had been getting interesting.
    What had Flora intended? The sight of her in that delectable dress, so barely covering her breasts, had caused his cock to stiffen to the point of pain, and he’d wanted nothing more than to forget where they were, and who she was, and show her what effect she had on him. When he touched her nipple, she’d responded so perfectly, it had taken all of his resolve not the lift her skirts over her head, bend her over the chair back, and fuck her from behind. Only the wonder of how far she was prepared to go had stopped him. He was enjoying himself, and interested to see what his innocent wife-to-be really wanted. More than once he doubted John’s assurance that Flora was meek and biddable. Her hair gave lie to that, apart from anything else. She’d never been overly amenable as a child, so why John supposed otherwise now Fraser couldn’t fathom.
    Instead of continuing his voyage of discovery, that idiot Parry had wandered along the corridor, and Flora had bolted. Fraser had been so wound up he’d left the ball without taking up Lady Senton’s blatant offer and given himself release instead. He was going to have to do something about that situation. His mistresses were for physical