‘I’m in a boring ball, resting in a balcony, trapped in a damn dress, when a couple of strong hands grabs my waist. “You look uncomfortable, m’lady,” says a husky voice next to my ear. “I can’t breathe, or move,” I answer. “So let’s get out of here; run away with me.” “You know? I gave my maid a day off, and now I need someone to help me with my corset. Are you interested?” Jacob smiles against my back and touches my breasts over the dress when nobody sees us. “For you, m’lady, certainly.”’