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