For each time he escorted her about, she prodded him to make her his official mistress. A thought that on most days he abhorred, though with each passing day, the benefits outweighed the inconveniences. He had only just begun to move forward and had spent the last month sober. After the sotted mess he had become all those months ago, he had nearly destroyed any respectability he had left. His man of affairs tended to his properties out of town, while he sorted himself out. He also had to make amends to Madame Martine for his previously obscene behavior. Not only did he apologize to the brothel owner, but after explaining, in great detail, what his needs were, he paid handsomely for her to assign him a wench who wouldn’t take exception to his requirements. Mary Elizabeth’s beauty and feminine wiles distracted him well enough. Her hair as black as coal and pale violet eyes had captivated him the first time she had pleasured him at Madame Martine’s establishment. The young woman had been willing to learn how to pleasure him with her submissiveness.
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