Chapter Eleven
Gwen was a woman of substance. Though high born, she wasn’t aloof and stuffy the way her breeding might have suggested. In fact, she might have been thought of as a bubble head, considering the rash of short curls on her head and the affectionate laughter and playful features of her sensuous face. She didn’t care about being “sharp as a tack,” She was a woman’s clothing buyer doing her job on gut instinct, while someone else did the book work. She wouldn’t likely be much more than that and that suited her just fine. She was a little rash and certainly cheerful, clearly a refreshing breeze in Reggie’s dismal circumstances. She wasn’t the kind of woman anyone would suspect he’d favor. But that pleased him. The fact that Alexandra had called her a trollop was wholly pleasing.
