Chapter Five
The Honorable Isabella Orton was a handsome woman, and she was also tall, as tall as Kate, and also flat-chested. James glanced surreptitiously at Miss Orton’s chest again and wondered how he could tell Kate that he wanted a wife with a bosom. Not necessarily a lush bosom. All he required was something soft and warm that filled his hand and his mouth. Something like—
Resolutely he refused to look at Kate. He had never, until this moment, spared one thought for her breasts, and yet now he found himself desperately wanting to compare them to Miss Orton’s. Well, he was not going to. Kate’s breasts were larger than Miss Orton’s, and that was all he needed to know. He was not going to look.
Miss Orton laughed at something Kate said. James hadn’t been paying attention. He thought
