How remarkable. Her cheeks flushed with awareness of it, though to the room that watched them with rapt attention it looked very much like a blush. Madame de Pompadour, abandoned mistress to a king was, was blushing. And they could not look away.
"Why wait for tomorrow, when we have tonight?"
Her gaze slipped to where his mouth brushed her hand and she felt unallowed laughter sit warmly in her chest.
"I believe, Monsieur Harkness, the time has come for us to retire for the evening."
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How remarkable. Her cheeks flushed with awareness of it, though to the room that watched them with rapt attention it looked very much like a blush. Madame de Pompadour, abandoned mistress to a king was, was blushing. And they could not look away.
"Why wait for tomorrow, when we have tonight?"
Her gaze slipped to where his mouth brushed her hand and she felt unallowed laughter sit warmly in her chest.
"I believe, Monsieur Harkness, the time has come for us to retire for the evening."