Undone By The Billionaire Duke. CAITLIN CREWS

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СКАЧАТЬ fever dream, imagining myself the Duke of Grovesmoor?”

      Hugo didn’t know exactly when he realized he’d moved a little too close to her. Or perhaps she’d moved to close to him, he couldn’t tell. All he knew was that they were no longer standing across from each other on different sides of the wide hallway. Instead they’d somehow closed the distance, and had met in the middle now.

      Entirely too close to each other for Hugo’s peace of mind, or whatever passed for that state. Because when he was closer to her, he was even more fascinated by her. He’d entertained the notion that it was the novelty of that hideous coat she’d worn earlier that had intrigued him, but no. He was still intrigued now.

      More so.

      The goddess curves didn’t exactly help the situation, especially when she put her hands on her hips, which only made her lush figure that much more impossible to ignore.

      “I don’t know if you’re imagining it or not,” Eleanor said in a tone that only just managed to qualify as polite, “but if you’re not the Duke of Grovesmoor, you’ve certainly managed to take on an identity with a remarkable amount of baggage.”

      Even that little swipe at his history intrigued him, because it was so direct. She was unlike any woman he’d ever encountered, even without that eyesore of a coat. It was something about the way she stood, wholly unimpressed and unintimidated by him, hands on her hips and her brown gaze utterly clear of any attempt at feminine wiles. It was the belligerent tilt of her jaw and the way she was clearly endeavoring to look down her nose at him from beneath her razor-sharp fringe. He imagined she did the same with her charges when they got uppity, and it didn’t seem to matter to her that she was much shorter than he was.

      And Hugo realized in that moment that he was perfectly content with being hated. He was used to being the focus of any number of dark feelings, vicious rumors, and random character assassinations. But he wasn’t used to outright defiance. And certainly not to his face. For a man who had always considered himself entirely too modern for his circumstances, Hugo found that there was more than a little Ancient Duke in him than he’d ever imagined before. Because he wanted to pull rank. Badly.

      Except it was more than that. He didn’t want to crush her. The truth was, this woman made him hungry.

      Hugo wanted a taste of her so badly that he could feel the need of it marching inside of him, as if his body was staging a full-scale mutiny. He didn’t think he’d ever felt anything like it in his life. Hell. He knew he hadn’t.

      He was ravenous.

      “I would suggest, Miss Andrews,” he said, very carefully and very deliberately, and he kept his damned hands to himself despite the fact it took a Herculean application of self-will, “that you endeavor to recall which one of us is the Duke and which one the governess.”

      If Hugo expected her to be cowed by that, he was in for a surprise.

      “I am not likely to forget that anytime soon,” Eleanor replied without appearing to take even a moment to pause or rethink a thing. Not her belligerence or the way she stood there and took him on, exactly as she had outside. And certainly not her position—here in this house, much less here, in his grasp. “I was promised very little interaction with the owner of the house, Your Grace. That you were not available, ever, was made abundantly clear in all of the interviews.”

      “Most of the enterprising women who apply for the position want to see me, Miss Andrews. You must realize that it’s the primary reason they condescend to grace these halls with their presence. And the primary reason they are sacked shortly thereafter.”

      She tilted her head slightly to one side. “And what did they do to get sacked?”

      “I will leave that to your imagination.”

      “Did you chase all of them down on the grounds of the estate, charging about on a great big horse?”

      He almost laughed at that. And it might have been that which floored him the most.

      “And I ask again, why do you want this job? Because you don’t seem to understand the usual boundaries that govern a woman in your position. Or have the faintest sense of self-preservation.”

      “I beg your pardon, Your Grace,” she said in that same brisk tone, as if she thought she was managing him. As if both he and Geraldine were under her care, and he was the more difficult one by far. “All I’d like to do is start working. There’s a little girl having her tea at the other end of this hall and it would be nice to get to know her a bit before our lessons start. If there isn’t anything else...?”

      “I am the boss, Miss Andrews,” he reminded her. From between his teeth. “You are the employee. Everything about the way you are speaking to me is disrespectful, not to mention foolish. Why would you try to antagonize the person who pays your spectacularly generous salary?”

      Her frown smoothed out a bit, though she didn’t precisely soften. And still, Hugo wanted to taste that faint crease between her brows, where the edge of her fringe kissed her skin the way he wanted to do.

      “In point of fact, I won’t be paid for two weeks,” she said after a moment, as if she couldn’t help herself. Maybe she really couldn’t.

      He couldn’t have said why that notion washed through him like a new sort of heat.

      “A notable distinction,” Hugo murmured.

      And then, because he loved nothing more than complicating any given situation beyond repair, the better to make it worse, he kissed her.

      They were standing so close that it seemed almost impossible to avoid for another second. Maybe that was his excuse. He slid his palm over her cheek, marveling at the sensation of such sweet, silken skin beneath his hand despite how severely she’d been regarding him all this time, and then it was the easiest thing in the world to hold her fast and claim her mouth with his.

      And then they were in real trouble, because she tasted like magic.

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