He found her in the north wing, directing the maids to clean the now empty bedrooms. He watched her quietly and waited for her to finish, but it seemed she never would. Impatient, he told the maids who were peppering her with questions to go about their business. He turned to his housekeeper and said, "I'd like a few moments with you. Would you come with me?"
"Of course, my lord."
He took her arm in his, something the lord of the house would never, ever do to his housekeeper. She stiffened and tried to draw away, but he held her elbow. He walked her not to his office, but to his suite of rooms. She started to protest, but his mouth slammed down on hers.
What had begun as a kiss of frustration ended as one of abject need. His desire raced down his spine and it didn't matter that
