"Lady Francesca aren't you sick of the uncalled attention you got from the ton?"
"Certainly not, Lord Syford. I am a duke's daughter and no scandal can ever take that from me, not even my stepmother. Perks of having a royal bone rank in my corset, they say."
"Then, I might as well cause one of the upcoming scandals of yours," he responded before shutting her cherry ripe parted lips with his. Both hot, burning in passion.
They were in the prince regent's royal garden. In any minute, one could have barge in and witness the infamous lady's scandal. But, Francesca couldn't think less, than the man ravishing her, and the hidden agenda she got under her sleeves.