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ball. That will be enough exposure for you today.”
    What else did she have in store for him? Griff wondered. Then he remembered the avid gleam in her eyes when she stroked his crotch. His sizeable cock had always satisfied any woman, even if she weren’t paying for his services. He swallowed hard and forced himself not to think about what would probably occur later.
    Rising from the settee, he nodded his understanding. “Now, if I may, I’d like to see where I am to be billeted.”
     

Chapter Four
    The connecting door between the countess’s and his bedchamber was unlocked when Griff surreptitiously turned the knob. His meager belongings had been unpacked and hung up by an unknown servant in the adjacent dressing room. He realized he had been given the former earl’s bedroom. Most aristocratic married couples rarely slept in the same bed other than to copulate. Griff wished more space separated him from his employer. But then, she would want him handy to fulfill her carnal demands. He had always slept nude until he was in the army and kept on his linen. Now he wished he owned a nightshirt.
    It was after midnight when he and the countess had returned. The house was quiet. He expected a service call from the countess, so he fortified himself with a generous tot of brandy. He removed his military tunic, but nothing else. When a tap came on the door to his dressing room, he allowed a silent groan to invade his mind. He went to the connecting door and pulled it open.
    Agina stood inside the doorway wearing filmy nightclothes that were definitely not designed for warmth. She had taken the pins out of her lustrous hair and let it drape over her shoulders. He noticed that the extravagant rings she wore on several fingers of one hand had not been removed. They flashed in the single flame of the candle holder she held.
    He knew he should be more attracted to her, even lust for her, seeing her en dishabille . But for some unusual reason, she did nothing to ignite his senses or melt his bones.
    “Follow me,” the countess said, crooking a manicured index finger at him. She pivoted, the sheer fabric swishing around her ankles as she strode through both dressing rooms. “It’s time we got to know one another better.”
    Griff followed her into her bedchamber. She placed the candle holder on a tabletop and turned to face him. He had paused in the doorway. Now she glided slowly toward him and walked her fingertips over his shirt and chest, teasing him until palms gripped his shoulders. Finally, she clamped her fingers around his nape. “I believe the first thing you should do is to kiss me.”
    Bloody hell, this is going to be harder than I thought, he thought. I’d rather get her into the bed, fuck her, and be done with it.
    He kissed her more or less absently. However, the taste of her mouth lingered. “Kissing is for amateurs, countess,” Griff said, adroitly maneuvering her toward the frilly bedstead piled high with plump, goose-down pillows. There he hoped to hide his distaste for what he was being forced to do. “Why don’t we get to what you really want, Countess?” he asked. He stopped her beside the bed and brought his hands up briefly to fondle her breasts.
    She tilted her head backward, her eyes closed and leaned slightly away from him. “Umm, that feels nice, but I want more from you than that. Why else would I pay so generously for your services?”
    His groin muscles tensed, his body taking possession of his mind. He knew what he was supposed to do, but it was damn difficult to fake mind-blowing passion in order to fuck the countess. He was in total disgrace and drummed out of the King’s service, wasn’t that ignominious enough? Did he really have to play prostitute in the countess’s bed?
    Griff’s nasty memories caught up with him. His brain sketched in vivid detail of what he recalled of his last days on the Peninsula. The memory rankled deep in his gut and diminished what was almost left of his once