Knight of Christmas Page 10

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  Asher Colborne, Baron of Wenlock, had a successful night of gaming. With his winnings safely tucked away in his cloak, he decided to celebrate the only way that would satisfy him. After a victorious night of cards he often came for a quick fuck in the infamous Shag Alley. A hard and fast tup would be his end purpose tonight. After that, he wasn’t sure what he would do. Seek out his friends at one of their favorite brothels? Go to his club for more games of chance perhaps? Luck was certainly on his side. Or he could confound the Gods and head to his town house and make an early night of it.

  Moving aside the curtain with his walking stick, he glanced at the street. He must be moving closer to the alley, as the air had grown stagnant. Rotten food, human waste, and dirty bodies mixed collectively to create a toxic assault on his olfactory system. Through the swirling London fog his eyes were drawn to a figure leaning against a streetlamp.

  A young woman. An attractive young woman. His eyes widened in recognition. No. It could not possibly be her.

  “Stop the carriage!” He yelled as he banged his walking stick on the roof until the coach halted. He couldn’t believe it.

  What the bloody hell is she doing loitering about Shag Alley?