Chapter 14

“Didn’t you hear me?” She was becoming annoyed, and Tom was pleased to see that. “I’m no longer a virgin, and because of that, no decent man will have me.”

“I think you’re wrong.”

“You’re a man.”

“You noticed.”

She tipped her head back, giving him a look he’d seen society matrons use when they felt he hadn’t brought the cab close enough to the curb to avoid the nastiness in the cobbled street, and that pleased him even more.

“Miss St. Claire, I assure you it doesn’t matter if you’re no longer a virgin.”

“That was my most important quality.”

Tom’s pleasure vanished. He didn’t like it, didn’t think it was fair—his own father, the best man he’d known, had raised him up to believe otherwise—but unfortunately, in this society, that was the way it was for women who’d been debauched, even through no fault of their own—the river or the whorehouse.

“Oh my dear Lord!” she exclaimed suddenly.

“What is it?”