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rge　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　notic