Brothel bills as long as my arm

Brothel bills as long as my arm

“Get one thing clear, Miss Goodnight. You had better not be forming expectations.”

“Expectations of what?”

“Of me. Of us. Of romance. Just because you grew up on all those fanciful stories, don’t think this is one of them. I won’t be a party to any of this. I’m not the shining hero in disguise.”

She exhaled audibly. “I know. I know. You’re a dangerous ravisher, with brothel bills as long as my arm. Really, I can’t imagine you have any remaining ways to communicate the message, short of stitching ‘A WARNING TO WOMEN’ on your breeches placket. I’m not a ninny. It’s understood. I have not cast you in any chivalric fantasy.”

— from Romancing the Duke (Castles Ever After #1) by Tessa Dare

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