Chapter 11
This must be how Adam felt when Eve offered him that damned apple. “I really don’t think that’s appropriate.” Alistair had everything under control only because he was no longer in physical contact with Charlotte.
“We passed ‘appropriate’ even before you had your hands on my bare arse.” She patted the mattress again. “Please. I’m cold.”
He could no more deny those guileless blue eyes than stop breathing.
But get in bed with her?
He was a gentleman. Not a scoundrel with the self-restraint of a two-year-old, like his father. He could keep his baser instincts in check. “Let me just take off my shoes.”
He slipped them off and then padded in his stocking feet to the lantern over the table and blew it out. He extinguished the lantern by the bunk, too, leaving just the one lit ov
