MR BILLIONAIRE CHOICE

, suspicion etched into his roundish face. He probably thought I wa

sely. 'Manliness, manliness

the exact same moment I did. It looked flat as a board, betraying not

where my Uncle Bufford's old trousers bulged in a distinctly un-m

o

That was the word. It wa

s whis

eciprocated. Who was he trying to fool? He was no man. He was a girl. Whic

no uncertain terms. It scowled at me, not at all

innier, and didn't have so much of this–' I pointed to my de

tailcoat and trousers, which

ubby! We're trying to look manly here. Couldn't you at lea

alking by gave

ne, it was probably time to stop talking to my re

t that was part of my disguise from my uncle's wardrobe. My hair wasn't too long to be a man's, really, it only reached down to my shoulders. But not man

ed most of London's streets at this time of day, but I knew exactly where I was

litary, an

shop window had been a temporary one, a last chance to confirm that I looked the par

thoughts shot through my head like bees in a beehive rattled by a hun

a mission for all womankind. If you should f

el better, since that meant the

r. White columns supported a wide, classical portico that overshadowed the steps leading up to the entrance. The door had two massive

men's clothes which I had pinched from my uncle and why I was so mad at my own reflection. That e

n't? Not to

ntly live in a country which actually allo

ger. Its politicians had thoroughly deliberated on the subject of women's suffrage and com

logical thought. Their emotional nature mad

be too busy to marry and have children, and the entire

thus creating the appalling condition of equality of the sexes and putting an end

Since the gentle nature of women made them incapab

and sincerely about their arguments, finally coming to the conclusion that said arguments were complete and utter poop. I really wished I could have a

ep my heart from jumping out of my chest. Every minute, I expected someone to raise an accusin

Nobody even gave m

a few yards. Everything beyond that was just a hazy outline. As I walked on, the fog thickened even

d they rushed past quickly. I hoped it would be the same inside the station. The only exception to the rule here, outside, was a large group standin

s double chin wobbled as he spoke and he made energetic gestures with his

stood with his back to me. All I could see was his lean black figure, erect as

heart!' the fat man assured him. 'Wilding Park is a treasure, and I h

versation before, but the name caught my ea

y the man and let's be done with it.' He raised a hand, pointing at the fat man. 'Howev

uld see the double-chin o

' The young man sn

ed forward but stopped and turned his head abruptly when I took

ch chauvinist fellow got swindled and lost a few thousand quid? Nothin

inate and put off my attack on the fortress of

ulder, but the giant called Karim grabbed my arm before i

e was so close, with no mist obscuring his form, I could see he was a mountain of a man, with a face as dark as his long black

d, twisting my arm painfully. 'T

my uncle's Sunday best, after all. And all right, the clothes were thre

he Sahib has no time for g

him,' I retorted. 'In fact, I

go, now!' the young man comma

a very obedient servant. His master was staring at me intently, but

s the sea, somewhere between blue, green and grey. 'What

safe in the polling station by now. Instead I was stuck here, because o

ocked my way and put his hand to his belt. For the first time, I noticed the giant sabre that hung there. Obvi