CHAPTER TWOThe Earl of Torrington leaned back against the carved pillar of the four poster bed, and took a long luxurious look at the beautiful woman reclining against the pillows.
She knew he was watching her and stretched out languorously, displaying her magnificent body in its scanty, transparent nightdress.
Through the flimsy material he could see her generous breasts, tiny waist and magnificent haunches.
She boasted black hair and dark eyes whose depths suggested fathomless passion. He had experienced that passion, for Colette knew how to give full value, as he did himself. The ruby necklace that she was holding up to the light was certainly proof enough.
“Robin mon cher,” she cooed, “you are always so generous to me.”
“My generosity is matched by your own,” he grinned. “I declar
