CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Pillows, fluffy sweet-smelling pillows, and satin sheets with the scent of lilac clinging to their fibers, and coffee, a rich French roasted brew and a bathroom spa with gilded fixtures…
She wondered if the man was rich, or just a clever pauper with a carefully manipulated set to make women mad with lust, women foolish enough to fall for his line. By the look of it, the Marquis was rich and civil with a house that reeked of his good-breeding, kinky though that was.
As soon as she was escorted through the back door of the Prague house and up the stairs to her room, it seemed to close around her like a warm blanket. She had to smile, feeling in that moment, almost as safe and free from care as she would be if she were home. She’d not been left to bat around the Prague und
