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clear. David‘s thoughts were entirely of…me.
    His new mistress, the courtesan Olivia Rhodes. His thoughts were full of her smile, her laugh, the freckles that dotted her cheeks. David hadn’t been searching for a new mistress, but his old one had recently thrown him over for a duke. He didn’t mind – he hadn’t been attached to her in the slightest. But that was weeks ago, and his monthly needing would soon be upon him. A gentleman had three choices – wife (which was out of the question), mistress, or whore.
    He preferred mistresses.

    He hadn’t expected to find someone like Olivia Rhodes, either. She was at a party with a fast set, accompanied by several friends dressed far more provocatively than she. He remembered her laugh, bright and shining and happy. As if the world was a constant joy. He’d loved that about her, was drawn to her happiness with a longing that he hadn’t felt in ages. It seemed that Miss Rhodes was a member of the demimonde, and on the lookout for a new patron as well. Her last financier – an elderly but kind gentleman – had severed their relationship as his new wife had just found out about his mistress and was none too pleased.

    They were perfectly suited.

    Without hesitation, David offered to take Olivia as his mistress. He’d been surprised –
    and a bit gratified – at her charming blush. She was young and pretty – twenty and one, with long, lovely dark brown hair and a sweet smile. The freckles marred the creaminess of her lovely 35

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    skin, and she was very tall and not particularly well built, which was why she was not more popular.
    But he liked that about her – her tall, slim elegance and her bone-deep happiness. She wasn’t jaded, still new to society and men and mistresses.
    Aloysius had laughed at his choice, clapping him on the back when they retired for cards.
    “Surely you can get a better looking courtesan than that one, my friend. You are rich and immortal. She is too tall and thin.”

    David smiled at his dearest friend and shook his head. “I like her smile. And she seems sweet. Untainted despite her choice of professions.”

    Aloysius’s laughing smile twisted ever so slightly. “We are all tainted by our choices, brother.”

    He’d dismissed the comment. Miss Olivia Rhodes was his now.

    While the custom was for a gentleman to visit his mistress and not the other way around, as a Serim, he didn’t trust spending his evening in an unfamiliar place. He’d had Miss Rhodes coached to his manor house, and she’d arrived wearing the same blushing smile that he’d found so appealing – and nothing under her long cloak.

    He’d taken her to his bed and made long, sweet love to her. She’d been perfect in her responses – shy but enthusiastic, her touch knowledgeable, her responses sincere.
    Accommodating and eager – he liked that in a mistress.

    He’d liked her so much that he’d commanded that she stay in one of the guest bedrooms
    – she couldn’t stay with him, as the sleep of a Serim was unnatural in its stillness, and she might worry. But when he’d awoken, her bed was tousled, but she was not in it.
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    The servants had a puzzling explanation for him. “She left with her patron late last night, my lord. We have not seen her since.”

    David frowned. Did she have more than one patron? He hadn’t thought she would seem the type to leave his bed and head straight to another man’s. He’d returned to her room in hopes that she’d left a note that the servants hadn’t found.

    He found a note all right, but the note was in Aloysius’s handwriting.
    Meet me at my house. I have a surprise that I think we shall both enjoy.

    How had Aloysius gotten to his house at night? He was cursed to endure the same night-sleep that David was. Perhaps a servant, though it didn’t explain why Olivia was gone.
    David looked at the skies, just barely brushing with dawn. Against his better judgment, he