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“Dear Lord Solo-
“I am compelled to thank you most sincerely for your ensemble at Lady Tico’s ball last eve. I confess, the sight of your thighs straining against the confines of your fashionably fitted pants has remained with me ever since I had the great fortune to lay eyes upon them. Indeed, those magnificent muscles of yours graced my very dreams last night. Oh, fine; it is the waking variety of dream to which I refer.
“There was a moment during the evening, just after a dance, when several drops of sweat gathered at your temple. I imagined the possibility of grabbing you by your massive shoulders, going up on tiptoe, and dragging my tongue along your brow to collect those glistening beads. What ecstasy it would be to taste your skin!
“Ahh well- perhaps in another life, one in which the gaps between fancy and reality are not so vast. Or one in which I am not a noblewoman, constrained by the very society that purports to elevate me.
“Ever and eternally,
Your Very Secret Admirer”
Reya’s cheeks were flaming as she sealed the letter. Her heart pounded with the familiar thrill of putting to paper those things in her heart that could otherwise never be said.
This time, there was an additional element- the dance that had left Benjamin perspiring? It was she with whom he had partnered. Reya pressed her lips together as she wondered (not for the first time): did she seek to be caught?