but this one was a peach. And chaste, well chased but thus far she had eluded me. Ruby lips, swan neck, lithe. I would have had her but for the bitch of a Housekeeper I had inherited when I bought this townhouse. Miss bloody Twelvetrees. Every time I came within an ace of snaring my maid the damned Twelvetrees was there. I had dismissed her three times but she insisted on working her notice and never actually left. Bitch. She was ancient, damned near as old as I, thirty