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she　was　beautiful；　thin；　and　glamorous；　arriving　at　some　simple　bed…and…breakfast　in　a　small　town

in　Scotland　where　her　new　film　was　being　shot。　She　could　tolerate　the　old…fashioned；　crusty

surroundings　so　long　as　she　spent　most　of　her　time　in　the　bar。

She　followed　the　black…vested；　bow…tie…wearing　concierge　into　one　of　the　old　wood…paneled

elevators　and　stood　silently　waiting　for　the　door　to　close；　praying　that　her　suite　would　have　lots　of

closet　space　and　decent　sheets。　It　was　precisely　one　of　those　awkward；　mundane　little　moments

that　made　her　feel　like　most　of　life　was　just　waiting　for　something　to　happen。

But　then；　somethingdid　happen。

？Hold　it！？　a　tall；　broad…shouldered　boy　shouted　as　he　dashed　into　the　elevator。　His　light　brown

hair　was　short　and　wavy；　and　his　skin　was　tanned　a　nice　golden　brown　color。　His　glittering　green

eyes　were　framed　by　long；　golden　brown　lashes；　and　his　girlish　red　mouth　was　set　off　by　a

masculine　square　chin。

？Cheers；？　he　thanked　the　concierge　in　a　British　accent。　Then　he　turned　and　stood　facing　Blair；

unabashedly　checking　her　out　as　the　elevator　doors　rolled　shut　behind　him。

Looks　like　Elizabeth　has　found　her　Richard　Burton。

Blair　teetered　on　her　gold　Manolo　Egyptian　Goddess　sandals　as　they　glided　upwards。　What　a

charming　British　accent。　What　a　beautiful　crisp　white　shirt　and　perfectly　ironed　Helmut　Lang　jeans。

What　adorable　Church？s　of　London　tan　lace…up　shoes。　What　golden　brown　hair；　what　green　eyes；

what　great　height！　He　was　like　a　taller；　handsomer　version　of　Nate？but　even　better　than　Nate；

because　of　that　delicious　accent！

Isn？t　she　supposed　to　be　through　with　men？　But　a　super…British　version　of　Nate？　e　on；　who

could　resist？

The　elevator　stopped　on　the　fourth　floor。　The　boy　stood　aside；　and　the　concierge　stepped　out。　？If

you？ll　just　follow　me；　miss；？　he　said；　motioning　to　Blair　to　follow　him。　Blair　hesitated。　How　could

she　leave　such　a　delicious…looking　boy　behind？

？After　you；　miss；？　the　boy　murmured　quietly；　pressing　the　door…open　button　so　Blair　wouldn？t

get　squashed。

？Right　this　way；？　the　concierge　prompted；　leading　the　way　down　the　Yale　blue？carpeted　hallway。

Blair　stepped　out　into　the　hall　and　began　to　follow　the　concierge；　walking　as　slowly　as　possible。

Then　suddenly　the　boy　was　walking　beside　her；　exuding　pleasant　odors　and　looking　delighted　with

his　own　hotness。

The　concierge　stopped　at　the　end　of　the　hallway。　？Yours　is　the　junior　suite；　miss。　Right　next　to

His　Lordship？s。？

HisLord　ship？！

The　English　boy　smiled　at　Blair　as　he　fumbled　with　his　key。　？Lord　Marcus　Beaton…Rhodes；？　he

introduced　himself；　thrusting　his　hand　out。　Blair　noticed　right　away　he　was　wearing　a　Yale

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