You were adopted from England though. Your birth mother had an affair with my cousin, the Earl Chauncey. You were the product of that affair. The Earl...paid your mother a stipend, providing she put you up for adoption, so that you would never lay claim to his title. Unfortunately, your father squandered his finances, so legally, there is nothing left for you to claim from him. However, you, as his son and my nephew, are titled as Viscount Chase Barrett Chauncey, and thus eligible for my. He'd thoroughly enjoyed how classy Beverly had dressed as she'd begun to show her advancing state of expectant motherhood and he asked her how she was feeling now that she was about to enter her third trimester of pregnancy. Beverly told him that she'd been feeling fine since the beginning of her fifth month and she knew precisely what it was that Philip was hinting at."Would you mind coming around to my office, Beverly, after you get settled in this morning?" Philip asked as he felt his hardon. Looking beyond the screen, I saw you on the deck that overlooked the valley below. We really were secluded with nothing to be seen but trees and clear skies.Time to get up and stay up. I donned shorts and a t-shirt and joined you outside.We’d been lucky with the weather. A couple of evening showers gave way to sunny, warm days. You relished that and spent hours soaking up the sun. Your skin had already taken on the bronze color you adore.“Oil me, please,” you asked as you lay face down.I. "Please remove your veil if you wish and sit by me." He gestured to a large pile of cushions to one side of his desk. "Will you take some hunashif?" he held out a carved wooden box and lifted the lid to offer Ellie her pick of the carefully hand rolled joints.Ellie demurred, thinking back to her student days when the offer would have been more than welcome and wondering why she had never come up with the idea of a gold trimmed roach. Such elegant decadence! "Thank you, no, Kalinin," she said as.