the pity.
âMadame Belle?â He looked into deep, dark eyes, and wondered where heâd seen such intense blue irises before. She reminded him of someone but at that moment he had no idea whom.
She nodded. âMy lord. How exactly can I hep you?â The accent was a mix of French and English, and called to him like a siren song.
Phillip prowled around the room. One long table and a tall cupboard filled one side of it. The other had a deep and comfortable-looking daybed, two armchairs and a low table between them. The fireplace was ornate, and the light fittings of the highest quality. More like a sitting room, it was unlike any workroom heâd seen. Not that heâd seen that many. He was very selective as to which of his manyâand he admitted it was a considerable numberâmistresses he dressed to such a high degree. However, this time he rather thought the lady in question would merit such attention. A fitting swan song. Even he would admit his behaviour had been less than stalwart.
He was jaded. Bored and uneasily aware he went through the motions with no emotional involvement. It was time to take stock of what he was and what he wanted to be. The last thing he wished to become was an aged roué.
âI wish you to outfit a lady.â Phillip mentally winced at his affected languid rakeâs tone, so unlike the normal tenor he used.
She cocked her head to one side. He waited for her to reply. She didnât.
âWhat?â he asked in irritation. Who did he know who held her head in just such a way?
âWhat?â Madame Belle walked towards him, and indicated the door. âWhy, if we are to discuss business let us go through to my office.â
She walked past him, and he looked at the other woman in the room with one eyebrow raised. âWhich is where?â
âOh, sorry, my lord, follow me.â She scurried past him, and turned to the left and down the stairs. âThe upper part of the building is not for visitors to the salon.â
He hadnât thought it was, but the woman had left him alone for so long heâd decided to explore. Voices from the floor above had led him to the stairs and the room they had just vacated. Heâd arrived at the open door just in time to hear Madame Belle ask where he was. Now he wished heâd got there a few moments earlier. Something about the woman intrigued him.
And arouses me
. He adjusted himself discreetly under his trousers before he reached the bottom of the staircase.
âIâm sorry, I donât know your name,â he said to the lady who waited for him. âYou are?â
She blushed the colour of the sash on her dress. âOh, Iâm Tippen, your lordship. Iâm, well, Madame Belleâsâ¦â
âRight-hand woman,â the lady mentioned answered. âI couldnât mange without her. Tippen, do you think you could ask Mrs Lovett forâ¦?â She raised her eyebrows. âBrandy? Port? Wine? Whisky?â
âTea,â Phillip said firmly. Somehow he had a feeling heâd need his wits and faculties in full working order or Madame Belle would run rings around him.
âTea?â both women said in amazed voices.
He laughed. âWhy not? My sister coerced me to try it, and now I find it refreshing.â
âTea it is, then.â
âAnd scones?â he asked in a tone most woman would roll over and beg for. âIâm partial to scones.â He paused and smiled in a way he knew would persuade most women to do whatever he asked. âWith jam?â
âDo not push your luck, my lord.â Madame Belleâs voice was full of humour, as if she understood what he was doing and was amused, but not influenced by it. âFollow me if you will.â She turned into the room behind her and Phillip did as she bade with alacrity, amused by her attitude and his diverted response to it.
He looked around him, not bothering to hide his interest.