I’ve never taken a lover to my bed. Never held a woman within the privacy of my chambers. But that night, I was too tired to think much about it. And right now, I’m tempted to do more than just hold her.
As if sensing my thoughts, her head jerks up. Those gentle brown eyes grow terrified, and she clutches the towel to herself, squeaking, “Your Majesty!”
I stare at her, trying to think of something to say. “Why are you taking a bath at this time? Where are your maids?”
Her skin flushes. “They left.”
“They left you alone?” I frown, knowing that aside from Harriet, she has two maids who are supposed to wait on her.
She looks uneasy, and I instantly know there is more to the story. “Why did they leave?”
She presses her lips together. “I asked them to.”
She can’t lie worth a damn.
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