Venetia’s heart raced as she watched the dashing footman recover himself. She thought she had nearly killed him as he choked and tripped trying to reach the tea tray nearby. She giggled as he regained his control. She hadn’t meant to catch him off guard like that.
“Well? Will you teach me? I am sure I can compensate you in some way . . . If you would tell me what you might wish for. Consider yourself a tutor, and I your willing pupil.”
Adrian now stood by the window, leaning against the frame, arms crossed, his gaze turned upon the gardens below. The silence between them was heavy, and Venetia turned her focus to the lean, trim lines of his body, which looked so dashing in the black-and-gold livery. He inspired such a dangerous longing within her for things she’d never felt before.
“Eve
