She's No Princess
By Dlynn
Chapter 3
Edward would have thought that Renee, the most infamous courtesan in England, would acquire a house in keeping with her flamboyant reputation. In this, he could not have been wrong.
Renee's residence blended in well with the other English houses in Cavendish Square. Her butler was as dignified and immaculate as a servant could be, and her drawing room was elegant. Everything seemed designed for solid comfort, not for show.
Of course Lord Dwyer pays the bills, and he was a very conventional fellow.
Renee held a fine collection of books. Edward was perusing their titles when the sound of footsteps caught his attention. He turned as a young woman came to a halt in the doorway.
No one could ever mistake her for an English girl, and Edward knew at once that standing before him was Isabella Swan.
There was a quality of barely restrained energy about her that made her seem vibrantly alive against the trappings of her conventional British surroundings. Isabella had long legs, a small waist, and generous curves-curves that her low-necked, tightly corseted gown flaunted to full advantage. Her mother's influence, no doubt.
With eyes dark as Chocolate and skin like the soft froth on top of a cappuccino, there was no ordinary prettiness about her.
While staring at her delicious mouth, Edward knew no man who met her was going to care about the dictates of fashion. Many of resentful ladies would shred her, but to any man with eyes, Bella Swan was a long, luscious armful of pure dessert.
Edward drew a deep breath. No wonder her father had locked her in a convent.