Page 77 of The Viscount's Seduction
He excused himself and ran up the stairs. His bedchamber door stood open and a maid was dusting. She bobbed a curtsey.
He blinked. All of his things were gone—books, bottles, newspapers, all of the paraphernalia that made the room comfortable. “What the devil?”
“Oh, sir.”
The housekeeper entered. “My lord, we’ve just got everything moved.”
“Moved?”
“Yes. Her ladyship ordered, er, instructed, that all of your things be moved to your new chambers. The bathing chamber was very appealing.”
The bathing chamber. “You’ve moved me to the state suite.”
“Yes.”
“Very well. Carry on.”
The bathing chamber was appealing. The great tub there could easily accommodate two.
He knocked on the door of the lady’s bedchamber and waited, hearing footsteps crossing the room, anticipation building in him.
Jenny opened the door and curtsied.
“Is Lady Sirena here?”
“Yes, milord.”
He pushed past the maid. Sirena’s single trunk stood lonely and dwarfed by the massive expanse of space, and another young maid was helping with the unpacking. Sirena was nowhere in sight.
She’s in your chamber.
He dismissed the maids, and hurried through the dressing room and into his chamber, clawing at his neck cloth.
His books were stacked neatly, his razor and brushes laid out in order. A side table held an assortment of liquor and glasses.
And the door to the bathing chamber was ajar. He flung off his coats.
