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Bewdley,Worcestershire, England1850"Up and at 'em, milord."The valet's gruff voice reached through the thick fog in his brain, disturbing the peaceful slumber and the lingering effects of the red smoke. "Sod off, Vallery," Lindsay groaned.His valet, ever the dutiful gentleman's gentleman, groaned under Lindsay's weight as he pulled him up from the brocade divan. "Any other time I would, milord, but Lord Darnby and his chits will be here within an hour and I've got a day's debauchery to rid you of."Lindsay felt his arm being thrown around Vallery's thick neck. His head lolled just a bit, forcing him to open his eyes. He was in his pleasure den, the remnants of last night's bacchanal still surrounding him.With his valet's steadying hand and a few blinks of his burning eyes, Lindsay found himself slowly acclimating to the world around him. From the windows, he saw that the sky was not bright with the sun, but dark, the color of twilight. Bloody hell, what time was it?"'Tis nearly seven, milord," Vallery answered as he saw Lindsay's confused gaze focus on the darkening skies. "You've been asleep all day. Now 'tis time to clean up."Yes. A bath and shave would set him to rights. It always did."Now then, will you bathe in the waters or do you wish me to take you to your apartments via the servants' stairs?""My mother is around, then?"The coarse visage of his valet came sharply into the line of his vision. Vallery was no effeminate Frenchman who clucked over him and his clothes. His unorthodox background and upbringing was what had made Lindsay desire him as his most trusted servant. It was Vallery's steadfast loyalty that Lindsay appreciated most, not the intricate folds of a starched cravat."Would I be traipsing up those rickety old stairs carrying you if the marchioness was not about, flying high in the boughs?" Vallery grumbled.Lindsay chuckled and removed his arm from his valet. He was sober as a monk now, although he could tell from the look in Vallery's gaze that his appearance still lingered with a hint of debauchery."I think my mother is probably clucking about like a mother hen. She usually does when company is expected.""Thought you might like to know that the Duke of Torring-ton has already arrived.""And Wallingford?""Not yet, milord."Lindsay snorted as he pulled the already untied cravat from his neck. "I'm not surprised. Wallingford has made it his solemn vow to never be in his father's company. Why would things change today?"Vallery said nothing as Lindsay continued to strip out of his clothes. Like the dutiful servant he was, his valet reached out for the wrinkled garments, draping them carefully over his arm. "So, it's the baths then, is it?"With a nod, Lindsay draped his trousers over Vallery's arms and headed for the mineral bath. He stepped into the hot water and allowed it to engulf his body and soak his muscles. With a sigh, he looked up at the arched ceiling above his head, then back down to the water that bubbled around him. A hot mineral spring ran beneath the house, allowing him this small luxury. Naturally, he had designed his pleasure den around the baths, which now resembled a Middle Eastern hammam. It was something straight out of the Arabian Nights. The only thing it lacked was a lovely odalisque.Lindsay smiled to himself. He knew exactly who he would like to have in that particular role. She was going to be there in his home tonight. Already desire swirled in his veins. He had denied himself for too long. It was time, far past time in actuality, to see if the lady desired him in the same manner."You'll need to be quick about it this evening," Vallery called over his shoulder. "You will not want your Lady Anais to see you in such a state."Lindsay closed his eyes against the prick of pain in his chest. He did not want her name soiled with his other vice. How well Vallery knew him, for the last thing Lindsay wished was for Anais to