Page 40 of The Viscount's Seduction
His kiss was a chaste peck.
He wanted more though, that she could see. His eyes fixed on her lips, his breathing quickening, and fear raced through her.
Or—was it excitement? Oh, aye, hadn’t she been here before with her cousin? It had felt nothing like this, which made it twice the danger.
She glanced over her shoulder. She could clout him with a bowl, but the lovely bone china would just shatter on his thick skull. The only knife was on his side of the table. He’d left her armed with naught but a spoon.
“Lady Sirena.” His sharp tone brought her round. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a box too small for anything but...
Oh. Her heart quaked and her body tingled as if all of her insides were dancing. A shimmering sapphire stone twinkled up from its place on a band of gold.
“Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
The room filled with a bleating of noise, like the swarming of bagpipes when all the pipers had drunk too much.
