“I don’t like that look in your eyes,” Daniel said. “What are you plotting?” “You’re eventual demise,” she answered in a calm tone. “It is what keeps me sane.”
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“I don’t like that look in your eyes,” Daniel said. “What are you plotting?” “You’re eventual demise,” she answered in a calm tone. “It is what keeps me sane.”
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Daniel kept his gaze on her. “There’s a woman that I can’t quite forget no matter how hard I try.”
“How unfortunate for the woman.” She picked up the knife on her side and spread butter over her toast in a ferocious manner.
“That poor toast,” he replied. “What did it do to you?”
Lady Iris opened her mouth, then closed it. She stared down at her toast and frowned. “I like it this way.” She took a bite and chewed it. After she swallowed it, she grinned at him. All teeth, and a meanness in her gaze that would make a lesser man wince. Daniel was too determined to run now that he had decided upon her.
He laughed. “I think I like you,” he told her.
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“I can’t walk out of here naked. It would be quite scandalous.”
She pinned him with a gaze so menacing it should have terrified him. Instead, it made him laugh. Iris smacked him. “Get out of my bed.”
“If you insist,” he said in a casual tone. Daniel slipped out of the bed, not bothering to cover himself. He bent over and started picking up his scattered clothing.
She gasped. “Do you have no shame?”
Daniel glanced over his shoulder and smiled. “Should I?” He winked.
Iris stared at him. She might be scandalized, but she did not look away. While he dressed, and he did it as slow as possible, she kept her gaze on him. She tracked each movement and almost seemed disappointed when he was fully dressed. Daniel slid his boots on and then stood to stare at her. “Did you enjoy that?”
“I did,” she said. “If I have to be accosted in my own bedchamber, I should have something in return.”
- Once You Love a Scoundrel by Dawn Brower