Miss Tarabotti knew how to handle his grumbling well enough now. She glanced about: everyone seemed to be suitably busy, so she slid in close to him and nibbled delicately at one side of his neck. Lord Maccon jumped a little and clapped his hand to the front of the gray frock coat. The hemline rose slightly. “Stop that!” “I am very effective,” Alexia insisted, breathing into his ear. “You should put me to good use. Otherwise, I will have to come up with other ways to entertain myself.” He groaned. “Fine, right. You can help with the paperwork.” She sat back. “Was that so hard?” He raised both
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