Chapter 38

“If you have any objections…”

“No,” Nick managed. “No objections.”

“Excellent.” Matthias moved again, this time to press Nick down onto the cushioned seat.

From the haze of pleasure that enveloped him, Nick had the vague impression of things following a similar pattern as they had the last time. By the time they reached Cavendish Square, Nick’s waistcoat was unfastened and his cravat was in disarray. The same solemn butler was there to take their things without batting an eye, and Nick found he wasn’t nearly as embarrassed this time. Matthias didn’t bother to offer him any refreshment, he merely gestured for Nick to proceed him up the staircase. Nick went, acutely aware of Matthias following very closely behind him.