Clearly you were never meant to be a harem girl at all,” he said lightly, running his thumb over the tattoo on her left arm. “You were meant to be a sea captain.
I… I do not think that… gentlemen do this sort of thing.” Her pulse raced with excitement and anticipation. “Only scoundrels.
You might want to hold tight to the arms of the chair.” That was the last warning he offered before he bent his head…
