![]() Since when did you become a puritan, my lord? Was it in her bed? I had heard she teaches a very different type of lesson from its oft-used depths.” “Is that where you found your fine mistress?” Rosie spat back at him, “I don’t see you berating Lady Cavendish who is practically falling out of her gown. With your wares so openly on display,” he indicated the exposed half-globes of her bosom, “I’ve no doubt you would be a success.” Jack shrugged, “The truth stings, does it not?” he asked, through gritted teeth, “You should take yourself off to Covent Garden and ply your trade there. “How dare you!” Rosie hissed, her hand, gripped tightly in his, twitched convulsively with the effort of not slapping him. ![]() Between his cold fury and her white hot chagrin, it was obvious to even the most casual observer that a sizzling argument was underway. ![]() He might be angry – although Rosie had no idea why – but that was going too far! They were separated briefly by the movement of the set and, when they came back together, Rosie’s own temper – usually slow to ignite – had already reached boiling point. ![]() “Your gown suits you very well,” he informed her, steering her expertly around the dance floor, “It announces to the world that you have the heart of a common harlot beneath all that expensive silk and lace.” ![]() In this excerpt, we join Jack and Rosie at her engagement party, a point at which the conflict between them is at its height. ![]()
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