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EMMA
The evening meal was not a small affair. Even though the house belonged to Kane and Ian, the dining room was large, the vast table able to seat up to twenty. All of the men I'd met earlier were seated around it and stood at my entrance along with a few new faces, including one woman.
"I am Ann," she said. "It will be very nice to have another woman about." She was perhaps a few years older than me, with a broad smile and a soft demeanor. Her hair was a pale wheat color, pulled back neatly into a bun at her nape. With pale skin and blue eyes, she was quite striking. As Kane had said, we were similar in size, although my bosom was much more ample than her more dainty curves. In my tawdry blue dress with my hair a wild tangle down my back, I looked as wanton as I felt.
I forced a
