Below that were several gossamer-fine silk layers, all of which rejoiced in buttons running down the back. Clearly I had been right in my assumption that she’d spent the entire afternoon at the hairdresser and with the maids styling her, I thought with cold objectivity, my gaze sliding slowly down her body. XXX Jane. She had never met a man she could read so clearly. Was she supposed to go to bed naked with all her make-up on? As I entered I saw Lucy poised like a princess, her beautiful hair piled high on her head in a style no doubt ***********ed in order to display her long slender neck to the greatest advantage, the dress a sheath of glittering gold falling from
