She was beautiful, there was no denying that. At the same time he always left her feeling that she wanted more from him than he was willing to give.
He told himself now that, although their fiery love-making was in some ways very satisfactory, he invariably had after it a feeling of disappointment which was unaccountable.
‘What more do I want?’ he had asked himself. ‘What am I looking for?’
He had thought when he first pursued Elaine Blankley, or rather she pursued him, that she was everything that any man could possibly desire.
She was beautiful, witty and she had the polished perfection that the Duke had always sought. She was acknowledged even by her rivals as being the best-dressed woman in London and it was always said that, when the Prince of Wales was in an irritable mood, she c
