Morleigh Mayfield glared at the slim form lying still on the low bed. Damnable, troublesome Americans! He’d waited patiently for years to inherit the Dearborne title and fortune, only to have some colonial come along and claim it. From the moment he’d met the young man at the docks, he’d been planning to reclaim what was rightfully his.
That wasn’t entirely true. When he first set eyes on Leander Mayfield, looking so lost and helpless, he’d forgotten about the Dearborne fortune and instead began considering other possibilities for such a handsome young man. Leander was a little older than Morleigh usually liked his partners, but his beauty more than made up for that. He changed his plans with the intention of wringing every bit of pleasure he could get from the pretty interloper before fi
