Free If He's Sinful by Hannah Howell

probably going to be very embarrassing.

    Ashton stared at the angelic-looking little boy who had opened the door. He could swear that the child’s bellow was still echoing through the house. The badly muffled laughter of his friends told him he had not been mistaken in what he had just heard. When the child yelled out Penelope’s name and the woman yelled back, Ashton was still too shocked to be surprised.
    “Come in,” said the boy. “I am Paul, cousin Orion’s by-blow. The parlor is this way.”
    Following the boy, Ashton closely studied his surroundings. It was a spacious house and very clean. The furnishings in the parlor the boy led them into were of a good quality, but slightly worn. Ashton recognized two of the boys who had rescued Penelope playing chess at a table in the far corner of the large room. The looks they cast his way were not friendly ones even though their murmured greetings were very polite. Over his head he could hear what sounded like a small army moving around.
    “You know them,” the boy said and pointed at Stefan and Darius, “but I do not know you.”
    Ashton introduced his friends to the boy as they all found seats in the room on what proved to be surprisingly comfortable settees and chairs. They were the type of seats that were often banished to the attics and replaced by spindly, dainty chairs a man had to sit in with great care. He looked up from examining the once expensive but now worn rug beneath his feet to find the little cherub named Paul sitting on the table set between the facing settees, looking at him with an unsettling intensity.
    “Did they really see you naked in a whorehouse?” Paul asked in his sweet voice, his dark blue eyes wide and filled with innocence.
    The heat of an unaccustomed blush warmed Ashton’s cheeks. He did not even bother to send a repressive frown toward the two other boys, knowing it would do nothing to stifle their laughter. He did, however, glare at his friends, who were doing a poor job of hiding their amusement. Facing the little boy again, Ashton wondered if the child was truly as sweet as he appeared to be. There was a glint in the child’s beguiling eyes that made Ashton think Paul might not understand the full implications of what he was saying, but knew enough to know it was appallingly audacious.
    “I was not expecting company at that time,” he said.
    “Are you really as big as a horse?”
    “Paul!”
    Penelope marched over to the table as all the men stood up. Paul hastily jumped off it and she set down a tray full of biscuits, fruit, and small cakes. She silently thanked the Fates for inspiring her to indulge in a frenzied bout of cooking. This visitation was going to be awkward enough without having been caught out with nothing to offer her guests. She then frowned at Paul, who was looking far too angelic, a sure sign that he was causing trouble. Considering what she had just overheard him say, however, she decided to reprimand him later. It was not a conversation she wished to have before five gentlemen of the ton.
    “If you boys would be so kind as to leave us now, I would be grateful,” she said. “And tell the others not to trouble themselves in sneaking down here. I intend to shut the door.” She could tell by the way all three boys frowned that they knew any chance of eavesdropping was gone. The parlor doors were very thick.
    “Did you give them all the cakes?” asked Paul.
    “Nay. Now, please, away with you.”
    A quick glance toward the doorway showed Penelope that the other boys were already downstairs and peering around the edge of the door, obviously having slipped free of their tutor Septimus’s guard. She was just about to tell them to leave when Artemis made them scatter. He brought in the pots of coffee and tea, bowed to the men, and then left, herding the other three slow-moving boys in front of him. The moment he closed the doors, she urged the men to sit down and busied herself serving each man some tea or