The Naked Gentleman
Chapter One
Viscount Bennington was a terrible kisser.
Meg repressed a sigh. What a pity. She had been willing
to overlook his receding hairline, large nose, and
frequent petulance, but this was too much. How could
she wed a man whose lips felt like two fat slugs? They
were trailing wetly over her cheek toward her right ear
at the moment.
She should strike him from her list of potential
suitors.
Still, he did have one of the largest plant collections
in England. She would dearly love to have daily access
to all that botanical wealth.
The slugs had diverted to her jaw.
How important could kissing be? Only a small portion
of one's married life was devoted to the amatory
arts, after all. Chances were Viscount Bennington had
a mistress or two. He'd only look to her for an heir.
Once that task was accomplished, he would leave her
alone.
She could do it. More than one woman had suffered
through the activities of the marriage bed by lying still
and thinking of England. She'd spend the time mentally
cataloguing Bennington's vast gardens.
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