Alyssa is a good girl-until her father dies and their home is sold to pay his gambling debts. Lord Worthington may have hired her to tutor his grandchildren, but first she has to reach his fine manor safely after being abandoned in a horrible storm! The four virile men who run the country inn where she takes sanctuary are happy to offer her food and lodging...in exchange for her innocence!
Nate kept telling her more stories that were so funny, she barely even cared when they began bordering on raunchy. Her blushes, she assured herself, could be written off to laughter and the stove's heat as easily as virginal embarrassment.
"But that was afore Khenan joined us," he suddenly interrupted himself as he washed dirty dishes and stacked them neatly on the counter. "Gods alive, what a stir that caused! Brigands stole the ship he was on, and killed or ditched most of the crew; he was one of the few who made it safely to shore. He wandered about for a few days-daft in his head, you could say-and finally chanced on our little inn just at dinner's hour when a certain high lordship and his fair lady were stayin' the night.
"Now she's such a one that a man's interest just has to stand and salute," he added enthusiastically, and wiggled his eyebrows for emphasis. "No way around it, and to my way o' thinkin', that's the finest praise any man can pay a woman, be she maid or maiden. And this one..." He sighed in blissful delight at some memory only he could see. "What a woman she is, and none too proud to reward a man for admirin' the view.
Then Khenan staggers in, naked as the day he was born, with his staff already hard and high from spyin' our cleanin' girl out in the yard. And a fine pretty lass she is, too, and never too busy for a kiss or a toss in the hay.
