The relationship between my sister and Sir Giles Milton flowed effortlessly from inception to ordination. Passing restraint to obsession, from lust to passion and finally arriving at love. An intimacy and adoration shared by both. Months passed, with Alice spent in oblivion to everything other than the man she loved, until she was reminded of those headlines about Marcus Allenby"s fondness of iniquity.
“You know I knew him once.”
“Who?” Giles asked as the two of them lay in his bed on the third floor at Cheyne Walk.
“Did you know that you have fewer steps than I have to get to bed? There are forty-three to the top floor at Charterhouse Square and only thirty-four to your bedroom. That"s why we should only have s*x in bed at my place. You would get more exercise that way.”
“What are you
