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"Go on," Rathe drawled.
God, it was so hard to say!
Rathe saw Mary draw another deep breath, and he was unable this time to stop himself from staring at the way her magnificently generous tits similarly rose under her blouse.
"I...I...I p-promise I'll let them know they're mistaken!"
It was the best Mary could do.
"Mistaken about what?" Rathe questioned lazily.
Mary could only look at him. She knew she was being a coward...but she was also afraid to admit to anything out loud. What if this man were to have her prosecuted for her very honest mistake? If her stepfather were to find out she was in this much trouble, he would drag her back home, and...and...
I might as well be dead.
Rathe was startled when he suddenly heard her humming under her breath.
Mary froze and felt her face paling when she realized she had unconsciously fallen back in her old ways. There were times Bartholomew had also locked her in the attic as punishment, and her coping mechanism at that time had been to hum her favorite songs...mostly to drown out the terrifying silence...and the equally terrifying sound of rats crawling around in the dark.
"S-Sorry," she mumbled.
Rathe was starting to understand why Saffi and this girl were friends. They were just damn near impossible to understand...and almost equally impossible to resist.
"Under normal circumstances...I'd be inclined to look the other way when someone calls me a serial killer to my face."
"But I d-didn't—-"
"Or start rumors with such an insinuation."
Mary's mouth snapped shut at this.
"But I'll give you one chance to make it up to me."
"H-How?"
"Look at me first," he ordered.
She shook her head.
"If you don't meet my gaze," he warned, "then I'll be exactly what you accused me of."
"A serial murderer?"
"A serial kisser."
She gasped even as her stunned gaze flew up to his, and Mary could only gasp again as she found herself under the merciless hold of the duke's icy blue gaze.
Oh dear.
Camille's gushing words about Rathe Wellesley came pounding back like nails being inescapably hammered into her brain.
The Duke of Flanders is the most beautiful man on the planet.
That was exactly how Camille had described him, and it was undeniably true.
Staffan Aehrenthal, Saffi's own rockstar husband, as well as Saffi's older brothers, Steel and Silver, were all considered some of the most beautiful men on the planet as well. There was also Saffi's devastatingly handsome almost-fiancé Jeremy, who was the bastard son of the Emir Sheikh of Ramil.
Just being friends with Saffi meant having considerable exposure to countless good-looking men, but...
