The Gentleman and the Rogue by Bonnie Dee

“Get up off the floor, Jem,” he growled, “and get into bed.” Foolish to continue pretending nothing was going to happen in this room tonight.

But if you care to roll me for it, I've brought my dice along.”Īlan had shrugged off his own jacket and stood with his arms folded over his chest. “I can guess which accommodations are mine.” He took off his jacket and boots and plopped down on the thin mattress with its stingy single blanket. Both men stared at the pallet, at the bed, and then at each other. A small pallet had been prepared on the floor for the master's valet to sleep on. The bedchamber had been modified by the housekeeping staff in their absence. He didn't look at Jem as he rose and left the taproom to lead the way upstairs. He was ashamed of his immediate and primitive reaction, as if he were a dog shown a bone and salivating at the mere sight.

“Yes.” The word “bed” sent a shaft of lust stabbing through Alan, straight down to his cock. Jem gave an exaggerated yawn and stretch. He felt a debt to Private Cutler and to all the men who'd been under his command-the ones he'd tried to save, the ones he'd failed. While at first Alan had mostly been invested in Ann Cutler's fate on Badger's behalf, his own sense of duty had soon become involved. He wanted nothing more than to go to the man's house right now, break down the door, march in, and seize the young girl before Schivvers could do vile, contemptible things to her. Inside, his growing sense of anxiety threatened to explode. 'Course, a gent like that wouldn't like his toys being snatched away, so I don't s'pose you'll get too far with him.”Īlan thought the same but didn't answer. However, I plan to visit Schivvers tomorrow, check on the girl's condition personally and see if maybe I can convince him to give up his rights without getting the courts involved.” Better to take a little time and get legal custody of Ann if possible. “No wonder your badger went off like a shot.” The man's usually skilled at behaving like a regular person and only makes an occasional slip.” He said, 'I appreciate subtlety.' I remember I laughed, thinking it a joke. He nodded and told me that was too easy, especially for a medical man. “I think I made a remark like pain could break any living soul.

The Gentleman and the Rogue by Bonnie Dee