Arthur didn’t know what had possessed him to make the offer to Matilda, but he had.
Be my mistress… He couldn’t believe he had made such a demand. Back in London he was a declared rakehell, but he had hoped to cultivate a less robust reputation here. Instead, he’d done the opposite. Now he was set to ruthlessly seduce the fiery-tempered woman right under her aunt’s nose. Strangely, the thrill of such subterfuge pleased him.
Be my mistress…He sat facing Matilda as she did her best not to look at him. Her aunt had joined them for dinner and was apparently unaware of anything going on between him and her niece.
Ignore me all you like, he thought, but we shall revisit that kiss and what followed it later.
Ignore me all you likebut we shall revisit that kiss and what followed it later“This
