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The servant leaned forward to place a crumpled up paper in the trash can and he caught the most delectable view of her cleavage before she climbed back up atop the footstool to resume her dusting.
Christ.He couldn’t survive much more of this.
“When is Pearl back?”The question came out through a clenched jaw, and apparently a little too gruff.This much was apparent when she started, twisting about to face him so quickly—
Oh bloody hell.She turned so quickly she lost her balance on the stool.
He was up and lunging toward her, catching her about the waist just in time.With a squeak of alarm, she wrapped her arms around his neck and he was surrounded by the scent of her.It was soap and lemon and honey and some spice he couldn’t name but that left his mouth watering for a taste of her.
He was done for.If he’d thought he’d had a hard time of it before, that was nothing to this.His arms developed a mind of their own.He held her tighter, crushing her to his chest.
Let her go.
She tipped her head back and fixed him with a wide-eyed stare.
Let her go.
His grip didn’t loosen.
“I-I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered.
Thesirfinally got through to him.He set her down quickly.Thatsirreminded him of who he was to her.Her employer.The man who held her fate in his hands.
The contents of his stomach curdled at the thought of abusing that.
Oh yes, those early years at his mother’s knee had taught him much about the kind of man he’d never be.
It reminded him of this girl’s first day covering for Pearl when she’d called him ‘my lord,’ and he’d burst out laughing.My lord.As if he truly were royalty.
He was about as far from it as one could get.He might have power but he’d never have a title.“No lords here, pet,” he’d said.
And she’d smiled.It was a first then and a rarity now nearly a month later.She’d been working in his kitchen longer than that but he had no idea for how long.It felt like this little slip of a thing had been haunting his house since he’d built it, but that couldn’t be.She was too young to have been here long.
“She’ll be back soon, sir,” she said, her voice all soft and sweet.
Just as soft and sweet as her scent, and no doubt her skin would be even softer, taste even sweeter…
He stared down at her as she clasped her hands before her.
Bloody hell, he had to get a mistress, and he had to find her tonight.
“She’s helping her mother,” the girl added.
King blinked.What was she talking about?Ah yes, Pearl.“And you…”
How long will you be here?How long until this torture ends?
“Kitty, sir,” she said quickly.“My name’s Kitty.”
Silly little chit thought he’d forgotten her name.It was almost funny.A smile tugged at his lips at the irony of that.She had no idea that he groaned that name whenever he took his shaft in hand.No way of guessing that he’d taken to growling that name in his sleep as he dreamt of all the ways he’d take her.
She wet her lips and clasped her hands together.“I was just saying that Pearl will be back soon.So you don’t have to put up with me in your space much longer.”Her lips clamped together as she blushed, her gaze darting everywhere but up to meet his.
It was likely the most he’d heard her say at once.
Her voice was sweeter than honey.And just like that, he imagined her calling out his name on a moan.
His jaw clenched tight against a surge of lust.
