Chapter Two“Will you drive me to Windsor Castle tomorrow?” “No!”
“Why not? I felt sure you would be staying there when I learnt you cannot go to Bracknell as you intended.”
“I have made other plans.”
“Whatever they are they must be in the vicinity of Ascot and surely you can take me to The castle on your way?”
It was difficult to imagine how any man could refuse Lady Sydel Blackford when she pleaded with him.
Lying back on a chaise-longue she looked exceedingly alluring, wearing little or nothing but a diaphanous gauze negligée which clung to her perfect body.
She had been told so often that she resembled in face and figure the exquisite Princess Pauline Borghese, sister of Napoleon Bonaparte, who had been sculpted by Canova, that she almost instinctively fell into the same pose as t
