CHAPTER THREEThe Marquis stirred and then realised he had been asleep.
As he opened his eyes, something soft and gentle against his shoulder murmured,
“Oh, Euan darling, if only we could always be like this, how wonderful life would be!”
He had heard women say those same words many times and quite suddenly and for no particular reason, it irritated him.
He did not answer and an arm went round his neck.
It was only with the greatest difficulty he did not fight it off.
He did not really understand it himself, but this had happened to him before.
Quite unexpectedly, he was tired of the liaison that had seemed so exciting and now he wanted only to be free.
‘Free’ was indeed perhaps the right word.
Ever since he had left Eton, there had been women pursuing him and trying to catch him.
