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thoughts swirled through her mind and yet she couldn’t seem to concentrate on any one. She had done what she set out to do and she would not regret it. If there were to be consequences then she would face him. She didn’t expect anything of Grey, but she hoped…
    She hoped that now she might live without her incessant desire for him defining her every waking moment, every action. Perhaps now she would be free. And yet, she’d agreed to meet him the next week. That wasn’t freedom, that was the beginning of an affair. An affair she couldn’t afford to continue. It was too risky.
    Quietly, she crawled off the bed, her legs shaky, muscles trembling. The tenderness between her thighs told her it was indeed real and not a dream. She dressed as quickly and completely as she could. She would fix her hair and check her appearance in one of the retiring rooms downstairs before rushing out to hail a hack.
    At the door she hesitated, glancing back at the man on the bed. It felt wrong to leave while he was asleep, without leaving something of herself behind. She reached down and tore one of the rosettes off the bottom of her gown. There were so many no one would notice that six, let alone one, was missing. She placed the burgundy silk blossom on top of the table near Grey’s discarded cravat.
    There, at least he would know she thought of him before she went.
    And then, she cast one last glance at the man who had changed her forever before gently opening the door and ducking outside. She hurried down the stairs, checked her appearance as she planned, and then ran outside into the predawn street to hail a hack. Lucky for her, there was a steady stream of them traveling the length of Saint’s Row. Apparently there was no shortage of early morning departures from the club.
    She gave the train station as her direction to the driver and climbed in the back, settling against the cushions.
    The coach hadn’t even reached the end of the street when the tears started coursing down her cheeks. What the devil was wrong with her? She’d just had the most amazing night of her life—a soul stirring experience with the man who haunted her dreams and made her feel like no other.
    So why, then, did she feel so awful?
    Chapter 3
    S he was gone.
    Grey woke to the sound of rain beating against the windowpanes—a gentle tinkling sound that made him want to roll over and wrap himself around the delicious woman in bed beside him. That was how he realized he was alone. He hadn’t even heard her leave.
    Instead, he gathered the pillow she’d slept on close, and inhaled the lingering scent of her into his lungs. Her smell—fresh like the rain pattering outside—filled him with a longing so intense it damned near unmanned him.
    Who was she to fulfill his fantasies so completely? Had she been a dream?
    Tossing back the blankets, he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. There was no point dallying if he was alone. He had to get back to Mayfair and prepare for the arrival of his guests. Facing the “real” Rose would be so much easier now.
    Completely dressed save for his cravat, Grey reached for the discarded strip of silk and found a single, rich wine-colored rose ensnared in the length. It was from his lady’s gown. Smiling, he raised the delicate bloom to his nose, even though he knew it would have no scent. So she hadn’t left without thought or feeling. Why that should warm him so was a mystery. It was only sex. Still, that she should leave him a faux rose, when she was indeed his faux Rose…well, the irony wasn’t lost on him.
    It would be a long week until he saw her again. As he wrapped and then tied his cravat around his neck, he thought about how it had felt to be with her—how tight and hot and wet she’d been. Almost shy. He had no trouble believing she was every bit as virginal as Rose would be.
    Next time he wouldn’t have to be quite so careful, though he would have the patience to explore much, much more of her