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Bloody hell. I’m attracted to the little minx.
Ambrose paced inside his bedchamber, mulling over the night’s strange turn of events.
Alex was an intriguing creature. Wit, ferocity, and repressed desire, all bottled up in a body he ached to hold in his arms. Hell, he wanted to do more than hold her, but he doubted he’d get far tonight. But he certainly had every intention of fulfilling his end of the wager and seducing her.
Once he realized who she was, the bet had seemed less important than his genuine desire to take her to bed. Part of him knew he was damned because once he’d fulfilled his bet, he wouldn’t be welcomed back into this house by her or her father. They would never know he’d sought to save her from a fate with a worse man than him.
He buried the guilt deep inside, a tal
