'You don't happen to remember where you tossed my dress do you?' she asked, amusement singing in her voice, as though she had asked for the location of her parisol. She knelt to check beneath the bed to see it if had been kicked beneath the bed skirt, but there was no sign. His maid should be commended because it was spotless under there - not a dust bunny or stray sock in sight.

She couldn't exactly remember now if he had dispatched her dress or if she had thrown it somewhere while he had begun working on her corsetry. But if they had left it in the hall, where their passion had begun, she would have to leave it, she didn't really fancy skittering through his home in her undergarments to retrieve it. Discretion being the better part of valor, she would have to leave it, and which housemaid discovered it would have herself a fine sunday dress.

'Does this room have a fluu?' she jerked her head to the fireplace that adorned the master chamber, 'the fireplace in my rooms is connected, but I'd rather not get splinched by your wards' one of her slender red eyebrows raised. 'so if you wouldn't mind' she gestured igniting it.

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^  Look what Lady did  ^