Michael returned to his room, to find his valet standing near the chifforobe, ready to do his bidding. “If you’ll just pour me a brandy, Connor, you may go. I’ll not require your assistance tonight.”
“If you’re sure, my lord.”
He nodded. More than anything Michael wanted time alone before Elise returned. He wanted Elise with an intensity he would never have imagined a mere four months ago. It would be his undoing, but he had to proceed slowly with her. Not just because of the ordeal she’d gone through two weeks prior, but also because of his own boorish behavior. If he held any hope of having a satisfying s****l relationship with her, he had to help her forget his actions from her first night with him.
She needed soft kisses, sweet words and gentle touches. And if it killed him, he’d be
