Page 24 of A Virgin for the Duke of Scars
“And… I think that is my cue to leave,” she announced.
“Lovely,” he bit out, not even taking his eyes off the breasts.
His wife.
And his wife’s breasts.
Damn it all to hell.
Juliette made a grand show of exiting the study and closing the door behind her with an audible click. Now, there was only he and his lovely bride.
“Now, what was it you wanted so desperately to tell me?” He growled.
Theresa looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Have I come at an inopportune time?”
“No, not really. I was just about to have my second glass to celebrate our nuptials.” He poured himself another glass and drained it. “And then, my third.”
She gawked at him. “Are you planning to drink in broad daylight?”
“Now, that is a capital idea, my dear.” He grinned. “This is my wedding day, after all.”
“Well, I suppose that is reasonable…”
He poured himself a third glass. “Did you come to my study just to tell me this?” He frowned. “And how did you find my study, anyway?”
She flushed. “Oh, well, I asked one of the maids where I could find you at this time of the day, and she pointed me in this direction. Honestly, Blackwell Manor ishuge…”
If she kept talking, another huge thing was soon going to make its presence impossible to ignore.
“… and I feared I was going to get lost when I heard you and Lady Juliette talking.”
Arguing was more like it, but what else were younger sisters for?
He sighed. “So, you decided to put yourself in the line of fire? How noble of you.”
“No, I thought I should wait for my turn before telling you what I have to say.”
Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose. “And that is?”
“I have decided what rules to impose on you,” she announced. “And I insist that you follow them, too.”
Of course, she would.
Aaron smiled coldly at her. “All right. What are they?”
CHAPTER 9
Theresa resisted the urge to squirm under the intensity of those gray eyes. She would not back down. Not even when his gaze made her all tingly and hot.
“Well? Tell me more about your rules,” he prompted, moving toward her with the lazy grace of a panther.
Her heart pounded so loudly in her ears that she could scarcely hear herself. “First of all, as I said, I insist that you abide by them,” she began, her mouth suddenly dry.
“As long as they are within reason,” he said.
Theresa nodded. Fair enough.
“I have considered your rules, and I understand my duties,” she continued.
