“Perhaps later you might exact your punishment on me.” He gave her his most rakish grin, one that made even the experienced Madame blush.
“Perhaps I shall,” she replied. Madame Chanson never slept with the customers who came to her house, but she’d made an exception for Lucien. She’d all but begged him on more than one occasion, and he’d happily obliged.
Once a rake, always a rake.
“I heard that my brother has engaged a room this evening?”
“Oh yes, of course. Shall I escort you to his chamber?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Lucien followed her down the corridor towards one of the finer rooms, one that had a terrace where a person could open the French windows to the gardens below. Lawrence must have paid a great deal for the privilege. Madame Chanson rapped lightly on the door.
At the sound of
