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Author: Delilah Marvelle
Tags: Erótica, Romance, History, Historical Romance, French Revolution
about?”
    Why did no one ever get it? “ Sex . It sounds exactly what it looks like. Poom-poom .”
    A cough escaped him. “Are you saying you have done such things?”
    She rolled her eyes. “No. I have ten brothers under the age of eighteen. The eldest of them, at seventeen, is already engaged to one of the girls in the village due to his inability to control the stick between his now hairy legs. I caught Benoit with his bare arse in the air, grunting like the pig that he is. Not a pretty sight. Whilst my parents? Those two lusty rabbits have made their bed squeak so much over the years, there are visible grooves in the wood floor that will soon take them and the entire bed to China.”
    A laugh, low and deep and well-amused, escaped him. “I uh…thank you. I needed that. I have not laughed in…a long time.” He slowly trotted his horse after her and eyed her, amusement lighting his eyes. “I wish to be of assistance, my dear. Whatever you need, it is yours. How can I help?”
    Oh, now he cared. She eyed him in exasperation. “Service I can do without. What I need is money. I hear Paris is expensive.”
    “Unfortunately, yes. It is. You would never survive it.”
    She sighed. “How much would you be willing to give to a girl for free?”
    Half-smiling, his voice turned to velvet. “If you answer a few questions about yourself, I promise to be incredibly generous.”
    “How generous is generous?”
    “Enough to make you faint.”
    She quirked a brow. “You are quite the lawyer. So be it. Ask whatever questions you have. Do, however, keep them civil. No gown or corset sizes.”
    His mouth lifted. “What is it with the bare feet? Where are your shoes? Do you not own any?”
    She was getting paid for this? Life was sometimes too easy to warrant breathing. “Of course I have shoes. You see?” She gestured toward the satin slippers peering out of the basket. “Shoes.”
    “How kind of you to let your basket wear them.”
    He was beginning to annoy her. “My basket is wearing them because I happen to prefer dirty feet over blisters. So leave off.”
    “I was teasing.”
    “Were you also teasing about Mademoiselle Raucourt when you insulted her? I met her once outside a theatre she performed in when I visited my cousin in Paris years ago. She was very gracious and even tossed coins to those less fortunate.”
    He paused. “Appearances can be deceiving. Two summers ago, Mademoiselle Raucourt seduced and broke a good man I once knew. He was a struggling carpenter who committed suicide over her by drinking an entire bottle of some concoction he bought at the apothecary. And the worst of it? She did not even bother to attend his funeral. In my opinion, you women are heartless.”
    She winced. Apparently, her idol was quite the cold tart. Eck. “How awful.”
    “It was. For him, anyway.”
    This one was quite the philosopher.
    He continued trotting his horse alongside her. “How old are you?”
    What she did for money. She gave him a pointed look despite him being up on his horse. “My mother tells me I have been forty since the age of five, which puts me at about…oh…fifty-eight- years-old.”
    He thrust out his unshaven jaw and lifted his gaze to the heavens as if asking for patience.
    She smirked, weighing those rugged features in between her own steps. My, my. She never thought a man was capable of being so well-muscled and physically perfect. And yet this one was.
    Whilst he very much looked like a man, he also looked a touch young. Definitely not in his thirties. “I am eighteen,” she offered, sensing she had teased him long enough. “How old are you?”
    He snapped his gaze back to her. “I am one and twenty.” He trotted the horse even closer. “Which makes me your elder.”
    Was he bragging?
    There was a heightened strain to his tone. “Where are you from?”
    “Giverny.”
    “And you walked?”
    “Yes.”
    “Giverny is over twenty pied du roi in distance.”
    “I know. Believe me, I
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