“Lady Gwendolyn,” I heard Antonio’s first mellifluous words match his charm when he bowed before me gallantly, and kissed my hand. “I am Antonio Di Cenzo, it is such a pleasure.”
I nodded. To say more would give away too much too soon.
“May I have the pleasure of calling on you?” he asked.
“Perhaps. When I’m more settled in this city.”
“Yes, of course.”
The way our eyes met, I knew he’d be in my bed before summer’s end. But how to keep him from it before then? The way my loins were clamoring for some degree of s****l satisfaction, I couldn’t imagine denying myself for months, just to keep up a proper appearance. And yet, so resolved to follow my intuition in this matter, I continued to play coy with this ardent suitor. My instincts told me, this was a test of sorts. An unknown charmin
