![]() ![]() ![]() "Winnifred," he murmured, and the timbre of his voice was low and intimate. The glaze of moonlight gave his polished-ivory skin a slight luminescence. They sat on a bench, Win's skirts billowing around them. The city was outlined in the distance, bristling with chimneys that frosted the midnight sky with streams of smoke. Beyond the conservatory, a wide terrace overlooked the fenced gardens and the other mansions of Mayfair. The space was filled with paths and indoor trees and flowers, and secluded little benches. At an opportune moment, he led her out of the drawing room and into a huge glass conservatory. He took her to a corner partially screened by some massive potted plants. "Would you like to be scandalous and slip away with me for a moment?" "It's warm in here, and far too crowded," Julian said. ![]() The waltz ended, and gentlemen began to lead their partners out of the dancing area, while others took their places. "You're none of those things," she said, laughing. "Because I would like for you to see me as someone other than predictable, tedious old Dr. I think you meant to disconcert me." It was a new sensation, flirting with Julian. "Have I embarrassed you with my frankness? I'm sorry." "Because there is nothing more beautiful than the unveiled female form." Julian laughed quietly as he saw her heightened color. ![]()
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