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sex but never an offer of marriage,” he said. “Don’t you think he’d have wanted to be introduced to the full range of sexual experiences before he settled down to a vanilla life with Elizabeth?”
”I…um…hadn’t considered that. Perhaps he might have, erm, wanted to save…that sort of…um…thing for his wife.”
“Hmm.”
She fired up, just knowing that he thought she was being coy and naive again.
“Perhaps he might have tutored Lizzy in a few things?” she tried hopefully.
“Tutored?”
God, why did she use that word? “Introduced. Taught.”
“Perhaps. If she was open-minded enough. Even so, I doubt even the great Elizabeth Bennet would have been daring enough to try anal sex or some of the more unusual fetishes.”
Anal sex? Fetishes? No gin could ever be whopping enough to carry her through this conversation without a blush. Her cheeks burned, yet Alex stayed as unruffled and cool as ever.
“She might not have known what he was doing…”
Alex raised his eyebrows. “I think that Darcy might have been up for a little S&M or back-door action, but may not have been sure if Lizzy would share his enthusiasm. As I said before, I’m no Janeite. Now, on to this theory that Darcy would have lost his virginity to a servant. I think it’s an outside possibility it was a maidservant at his estate, although, knowing Darcy’s morals, I doubt he would have risked getting his own serving girl up the duff.”
The intensity in those dark, French eyes seemed to sear her flesh and ignited hot embers of desire deep inside her core. It was all she could do not to grip the edges of her chair or squirm hard against the leather armchair.
“He might have…er…had sex with a servant. I’ve researched the period in depth, and I’ve cited several sources as evidence.”
“Mm. You’ve given your opinions. I wouldn’t say you’ve used credible evidence.”
What the hell did that mean? She crashed on, determined not to back down as Alex ripped through her essay, his every challenge whipped out with the speed of a cobra. She faltered; she um-ed and ah-ed; she rubbed her palms on her knees; she racked her brain, yet she responded to every point. She was determined not to yield but to argue back—to defy him. Each comment and challenge was like a slap, sharp and perfectly aimed. She should hate him for this, but she kept inviting another.
“Most of the high-class courtesans were ‘kept’ by rich and powerful men, like Harriette Wilson and her sisters…and Kitty Fisher, like in Lucy Locket . Some of them even went on to marry members of the peerage and wealthy Regency men,” she shot back at him.
Alex leaned forward, hand on his chin, eyes rapt on her face, hanging on her every word. He was fascinated. Yes, fascinated by her—or her arguments, anyway. Either that or he was thinking of calling the police.
“I’m still not sure. It’s not my area of expertise, and as you know, I’m not the biggest fan of dear old Jane.”
There he went again, dissing Jane. Her blood was up. “What would you have done?”
“Me?”
“Yes, if you were Darcy? Where would you have gone to… do it ?”
The gin and bravado had taken over, and for a sickening moment, she feared she might have made the greatest mistake of her student career so far. Then Alex relaxed and stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Mmm. Well, you know I think we underestimate Darcy. He could have any woman he wanted, of course, and if I were him, I think he might have used the The Harlot’s Handbook , which included ladies who cater for every fetish and taste, no matter how exotic. I’m using it in my TV series. It was probably one of the more enjoyable parts of my research.”
“I bet it was.” She finished the gin, high on delight and surprise, as her bones zinged with lust for him.
He leaned back in his seat and glanced at his watch. Carla had no idea how long she’d been in the room, but the sky was turning from azure to a darker
”I…um…hadn’t considered that. Perhaps he might have, erm, wanted to save…that sort of…um…thing for his wife.”
“Hmm.”
She fired up, just knowing that he thought she was being coy and naive again.
“Perhaps he might have tutored Lizzy in a few things?” she tried hopefully.
“Tutored?”
God, why did she use that word? “Introduced. Taught.”
“Perhaps. If she was open-minded enough. Even so, I doubt even the great Elizabeth Bennet would have been daring enough to try anal sex or some of the more unusual fetishes.”
Anal sex? Fetishes? No gin could ever be whopping enough to carry her through this conversation without a blush. Her cheeks burned, yet Alex stayed as unruffled and cool as ever.
“She might not have known what he was doing…”
Alex raised his eyebrows. “I think that Darcy might have been up for a little S&M or back-door action, but may not have been sure if Lizzy would share his enthusiasm. As I said before, I’m no Janeite. Now, on to this theory that Darcy would have lost his virginity to a servant. I think it’s an outside possibility it was a maidservant at his estate, although, knowing Darcy’s morals, I doubt he would have risked getting his own serving girl up the duff.”
The intensity in those dark, French eyes seemed to sear her flesh and ignited hot embers of desire deep inside her core. It was all she could do not to grip the edges of her chair or squirm hard against the leather armchair.
“He might have…er…had sex with a servant. I’ve researched the period in depth, and I’ve cited several sources as evidence.”
“Mm. You’ve given your opinions. I wouldn’t say you’ve used credible evidence.”
What the hell did that mean? She crashed on, determined not to back down as Alex ripped through her essay, his every challenge whipped out with the speed of a cobra. She faltered; she um-ed and ah-ed; she rubbed her palms on her knees; she racked her brain, yet she responded to every point. She was determined not to yield but to argue back—to defy him. Each comment and challenge was like a slap, sharp and perfectly aimed. She should hate him for this, but she kept inviting another.
“Most of the high-class courtesans were ‘kept’ by rich and powerful men, like Harriette Wilson and her sisters…and Kitty Fisher, like in Lucy Locket . Some of them even went on to marry members of the peerage and wealthy Regency men,” she shot back at him.
Alex leaned forward, hand on his chin, eyes rapt on her face, hanging on her every word. He was fascinated. Yes, fascinated by her—or her arguments, anyway. Either that or he was thinking of calling the police.
“I’m still not sure. It’s not my area of expertise, and as you know, I’m not the biggest fan of dear old Jane.”
There he went again, dissing Jane. Her blood was up. “What would you have done?”
“Me?”
“Yes, if you were Darcy? Where would you have gone to… do it ?”
The gin and bravado had taken over, and for a sickening moment, she feared she might have made the greatest mistake of her student career so far. Then Alex relaxed and stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Mmm. Well, you know I think we underestimate Darcy. He could have any woman he wanted, of course, and if I were him, I think he might have used the The Harlot’s Handbook , which included ladies who cater for every fetish and taste, no matter how exotic. I’m using it in my TV series. It was probably one of the more enjoyable parts of my research.”
“I bet it was.” She finished the gin, high on delight and surprise, as her bones zinged with lust for him.
He leaned back in his seat and glanced at his watch. Carla had no idea how long she’d been in the room, but the sky was turning from azure to a darker
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