The way Mr. von Kleist looked at her when she entered his study, made Betty feel good about herself. She had seen lust in many men’s eyes when she grew up in The Gentlemen’s Inn. Seeing the same lust in Mr. von Kleist’s eyes surprised her slightly. Although Betty knew she was pretty, she never thought a man like Mr. von Kleist would find her sexually attractive. The silence lasted slightly longer than Mr. von Kleist intended. He had to catch his thoughts before her could talk.
‘Erm … you look stunning in that dress. We will have a wonderful time tonight.’
‘Thank you, sir.’
He took her arm and led her to his coach. After helping her in, he sat down next to her before he ordered the driver to take them to the Amphitheatre. The dark streets somehow felt far less intimidating from inside th
