"I have the one you ordered sir."
"The brunette with amethyst eyes and long, long, such long legs?" He became so wrapped up in the image of her that he almost didn't hear the servant's response.
"Yes. She's tied up in there." He nodded towards a tent to Matthew's right.
"She's quite a catch, sir."
"That's why I chose her." His voice was deep and husky. "What's her name?"
"No one knows, sir."
"Well then, I'll just have to find out, won't I?" he began walking towards the tent, which was a large and circular tent made of orange, green and red patterned fabric in a geometric pattern. "Thank you, Jules. I'll let you know how I get on."
The servant bowed and left. Matthew strode around the tent, his riding boots scuffing along the dirt as he walked, his riding crop tapping against the sid
