Satisfied with the arrangement and pleased that Ms. Hart seemed amenable to him, Olixander settled back in his seat and nodded at her assertion of cost. He knew it would be. He wasn’t quite sure what it was that made him eager to cover the behind of someone he was blackmailing to do his bidding, but it certainly wasn’t heart. He supposedly didn’t have one of those. Perhaps he’d ask her to reimburse him. That seemed fair enough. Even if Olixander knew he could never.
“I require primarily discretion,” he replied. “The dullest of your girls might do, one that might forget the whole arrangement altogether. … But no blondes,” he added after a pause. Too close to the real thing. Then, thinking better of it, he wrinkled his nose again. “And no red-heads.” Too much like his baby cousin Ginny. He shivered at the thought. That left only brunettes like his angel. Well, there was a thought Olixander could happily chew on for awhile.
“I require primarily discretion,” he replied. “The dullest of your girls might do, one that might forget the whole arrangement altogether. … But no blondes,” he added after a pause. Too close to the real thing. Then, thinking better of it, he wrinkled his nose again. “And no red-heads.” Too much like his baby cousin Ginny. He shivered at the thought. That left only brunettes like his angel. Well, there was a thought Olixander could happily chew on for awhile.