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She didn’t know what was happening with her but something was wrong and she had to get out of the Bridgerton house immediately.
She’d just left Eloise’s room, revealing she was Lady Whistledown, the historical romance writer Eloise detested so much but Eloise had just shrugged and said “Girl’s gotta eat.”
Penelope was horrified. Because she hadn’t wanted to reveal that to Eloise. Not that day anyway. And she couldn’t stop from saying that to Eloise too. It was like she couldn’t help but say anything that was in her mind and it terrified her.
So she gathered her things and said her goodbyes, trying to get out before blurting out more unplanned truths when she walked past Colin, who was the guest of honor for that day’s gathering.
“Penelope!” Colin stopped her. “Why in such a hurry?”
She was going to spill but she shut her mouth tight and tried to leave but Colin stopped her once more.
“Hey, what’s wrong Pen? Did I do something? If I did, it’s because I’m stupid, fuck me.”
“Gladly.”
“What?” Colin’s mouth was wide open.
“What?” Penelope tried to brush it off and leave but no, Colin had to stop her once again.
“You’d like to fuck me?”
“Yes.” She whimpered. “Colin, you’re being cruel, let me go.”
“I can’t, I’d like for you to fuck me too.”
Maybe her condition was contagious, who knew?