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After all,โ€ she said, her eyes meeting his, โ€œitโ€™s not as though you lack sufficient charm to woo ladies. And youโ€™re certainly handsome enough, in your own way.โ€ She bent her head again. โ€œOh, stop looking s smug. Iโ€™m not flattering you, Iโ€™m merely stating facts. Privateering was not your only profitable course of action. You might have married, if youโ€™d wished to.โ€ โ€œAh, but thereโ€™s the snag, you see. I didnโ€™t wish to.โ€ She picked up a brush and tapped it against her palette. โ€œNo, you didnโ€™t. You wished to be at sea. You wished to go adventuring, to seize sixty ships in the name of the Crown and pursue countless women on four continents. Thatโ€™s why you sold your land, Mr. Grayson. Because itโ€™s what you wanted to do. The profit was incidental.โ€ Gray tugged at the cuff of his coat sleeve. It unnerved him, how easily she stared down these truths heโ€™d avoided looking in the eye for years. So now he was worse than a thief. He was a selfish, lying thief. And still she sat with him, flirted with him, called him โ€œcharmingโ€ and โ€œhandsome enough.โ€ How much darkness did the girl need to uncover before she finally turned away? โ€œAnd what about you, Miss Turner?โ€ He leaned forward in his chair. โ€œWhy are you here, bound for the West Indies to work as a governess? You, too, might have married. You come from quality; so much is clear. And even if youโ€™d no dowry, sweetheartโ€ฆโ€ He waited for her to look up. โ€œYours is the kind of beauty that brings men to their knees.โ€ She gave a dismissive wave of her paintbrush. Still, her cheeks darkened, and she dabbed her brow with the back of her wrist. โ€œNow, donโ€™t act missish. Iโ€™m not flattering you, Iโ€™m merely stating facts.โ€ He leaned back in his chair. โ€œSo why havenโ€™t you married?โ€ โ€œI explained to you yesterday why marriage was no longer an option for me. I was compromised.โ€ Gray folded his hands on his chest. โ€œAh, yes. The French painting master. What was his name? Germaine?โ€ โ€œGervais.โ€ She sighed dramatically. โ€œAh, but the pleasure he showed me was worth any cost. Iโ€™d never felt so alive as I did in his arms. Every moment we shared was a minute stolen from paradise.โ€ Gray huffed and kicked the table leg. The girl was trying to make him jealous. And damn, if it wasnโ€™t working. Why should some oily schoolgirlโ€™s tutor enjoy the pleasures Gray was denied? He hadnโ€™t aided the war effort just so Englandโ€™s most beautiful miss could lift her skirts for a bloody Frenchman. She began mixing pigment with oil on her palette. โ€œOnce, he pulled me into the larder, and we had a feverish tryst among the bins of potatoes and turnips. He held me up against the shelves and we-โ€œ โ€œMay I read my book now?โ€ Lord, he couldnโ€™t take much more of this. She smiled and reached for another brush. โ€œIf you wish.โ€ Gray opened his book and stared at it, unable to muster the concentration to read. Every so often, he turned a page. Vivid, erotic images filled his mind, but all the blood drained to his groin.
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Tessa Dare (Surrender of a Siren (The Wanton Dairymaid Trilogy, #2))
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์‚ฌ๋ž‘์€ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์˜ ํ–‰๋ณต์€ ์ž์‹  ๋ณด๋‹ค ๋” ์ค‘์š” ํ•œ ๋•Œ ์ด๋‹ค. ์— ์ฝ๊ธฐ:
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์‚ฌ๋ž‘ ํ•˜ ๊ณ  ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ ์–‘์ชฝ์—์„œ ํƒœ์–‘์„ ๋Š๋‚„ ๊ฒƒ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
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์‚ฌ๋ž‘์— ๋Œ€ ํ•œ ์ค‘๋ ฅ์„ ๋น„๋‚œํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
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์ €ํฌ๊ฐ€ ํ•ญ์ƒ์™€ ๋‚˜ ์„œ๋กœ ๋ฏธ์†Œ, ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์˜ ์‹œ์ž‘.
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์‚ฌ๋ž‘์„ ์ฐพ์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด ์•„๋‹™๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์€ ๋‹น์‹ ์„ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌ ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ์ด๋‹ค.
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๋•Œ๋กœ๋Š” ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ๋ณธ๋‹ค ์–ด๋–ค ๋ˆˆ์— ๋ณด์ด์ง€ ์•Š์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
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