But Maximum Tinseltrousers is no Jacob Rees-Mogg with a collection of spreader bars. This is just sleep – so the next time you scream, I’ll be right there.’” He then thinks: “ Of course, I’d like to make her scream in a different way.”Īt least among all this wrongness, James gets one thing right: her randy English earl has a believably stupid name. “Well,” he thinks, glancing at his traumatised future paramour before asking for a box, “I might get lucky.” Later offering to share his bed, he says: “I won’t touch you. While paying for the dragon-shaped light intended for children, he spots condoms behind the counter. Her new romantic hero, British aristocrat Maxim Trevelyan, enters a shop to buy a nightlight for his attractive, sex-trafficked Albanian cleaner Alessia. T here is a small moment in EL James’s new novel The Mister that embodies her unique ability for libido-shrinking creepiness.
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