Ines picked up a biscuit. "That book was written by Arthur Pendleton," She spoke calmly. "He is the author. Though everyone knows it is a pseudonym. No real gentleman would know so much about... midnight lessons."
Celine stared at her. "You... you know it?"
"He's my favorite," Ines declared. "I have read all the volumes. 'The Duke's Midnight Lessons,' 'The Earl's Secret Garden,' and 'The Viscount Who Laid with Me.'"
She leaned back, chewing her biscuit thoughtfully.
"They are quite scandalous, you know," Ines added with a grin. "Especially Chapter Nine of 'Midnight Lessons.' The scene in the library?"
Celine's eyes beamed. She nodded vigorously.
"The table!" Celine whispered.
"The table," Ines agreed solemnly.
They shared a look of perfect understanding. It was a bond forged in ink and forbidden blushes.
