Chapter Six
Ethan followed her to the stairs, working to keep his gaze off of her buttocks, which pushed against the thin material of her pantalettes with each step she took. The scent of rosewater invaded his nostrils and the sight of her luxurious pile of red curls made him want to pull the pins out and bury his face in the soft tresses.
He tore his thoughts away from such desires. He was here for one reason only, to get Miss Poole out of London and away from the wolves. He wasn’t here to fall in love with her.
The hallway at the top of the stairs revealed corridors of bedrooms on either side, some of which were opened, revealing women in various stages of undress, lounging, or brushing their hair. One pretty blonde caught sight of him and winked before turning her back and continuing
