Down deep, it felt nice and warm, and protective. “Mr. Tennant, you have me at a disadvantage.”
“As it should be,” he replied. “I have watched you from afar for many months, through the balls and dances here. I think we have danced before, too. At this moment, I have you all to myself and I want the advantage. I’d like to tell you of my feelings for you.”
It took her about two minutes to see her residence in sight when she was suddenly and violently grabbed from behind. She was able to shout out one loud scream before a handkerchief was shoved in her mouth. She was roughly thrown to the ground while she hammered her arms against her attacker and kicked her legs as hard as she could. She felt a smashing backhand across her face and was stunned into stillness for a moment.
“Good evening, Mr. Thornton,” Miss Leeds said, as she strolled into her tastefully decorated office, while John stood for her entrance. There were no expenses spared anywhere in her establishment, John thought, as he looked around the room. There was no bawdy look to be found anywhere in this brothel. He felt like he was in a lovely first class hotel.