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hand, he brought it to his lips and let it hover there for a moment, a mere inch from contact. His gaze swept upward and captured hers. Her eyes were bright, her breathing shallow. Yes, the anticipation. It pounded between them with a potent life force.
    Spence kissed her hand, a slow, burning kiss that lingered while he stroked the pulse point at her wrist with his finger. The beat throbbed and raced under his touch. Reluctantly, he let go. “Goodnight and pleasant dreams…Philomena.”
    After giving him a slight curtsy, though a little unsteady, she hastily retreated.
    Letting out the breath he held, he stared at the closed door. His first reaction to this preposterous scenario was to reject her, ensure she stayed in her room out of his sight and mind until her departure. After observing her reaction to his touch? Being a man of research, perhaps the best course would be to let this play out to whatever conclusion. Miss McGrattan was not the only one utterly captivated.
     

Chapter 5
    Daylight filtered through the heavy green curtains, though Phil had no idea of the time. She yawned and stretched. Slumber did not come easy last night, but when it did, she slept soundly. If it wasn’t for the utter exhaustion, she would have stayed and explored the attraction between her and the professor. For a man of little experience he certainly learned quickly. When he kissed her hand and stroked the skin at her wrist her body surged with desire, reacting in all sorts of ways.
    No need to sugarcoat it. She was a prostitute, a whore, and had been since age fifteen. In all that time and in all her varied carnal occurrences, she never experienced much of anything. She used unguents to see the job through in most cases. Last night while preparing for bed, she’d been shocked to discover she had become wet from touching Spencer Hornsby. She brought a tin of cream with her, but wondered now if it would even be needed. Phil also brought quite a few sheaths. No man entered her body without his cock being cloaked. Too many women take ill with infections and diseases. Be damned if that would be her fate.
    Phil swung her legs around the side of the bed and sat upright. Despite her occupation, she was proud of the fact she had built her business up from a few rooms to owning the house outright. Could The Starling Club function in her absence? She had no way to contact her employees to let them know she would be gone more than two days. Good thing she hired competent people. They would soldier on. She hoped.
    She strode to the window and threw open the curtains. A puff of dust hung in the air. She waved it away. No sunlight. The clouds were more gray and ominous than yesterday. No doubt about it, a snowstorm loomed on the horizon. Bloody hell, what if she remained stuck in the forsaken place more than a week? What if the old man could not traverse the snow-laden roads with his rickety grocery cart? Well, there was enough food to last them at least a few weeks, should it come to that. The air outside seemed completely still. There didn’t appear to be another living soul for miles.
    What would she wear today? She brought little in the way of garments since she’d been led to believe her stay would consist of two nights. Enough shilly-shallying, there were many things to do. She desperately needed a bath to wash off the travel grime and the dust from this place. Might as well tidy the kitchen before partaking of a bath. Seeing there was no indoor water closet, she assumed there would be no running water connected to a tub either. How primitive. Already she bemoaned the loss of her modern bathroom back at the club.
    Phil dressed in her striped green travel gown, tied her hair back in a serviceable knot, and made her way downstairs. The door was closed to the study, indicating the professor no doubt toiled away inside. After using the privy located through the back kitchen entrance, she rolled up her sleeves and started to prepare