Chapter Fifty

Daphne had received Lord Hubert in her chamber as planned. And then things had begun to change. She did not miss the predatory look in his eye as he took in her inappropriate outfit. Another one to be scratched off the list, she supposed. Why had she been given to understand he preferred to sleep with men when he was ogling her like that?

“Forgive my unusual attire,” she told him, extending a bare arm, “I have been rehearsing a play.”

“No doubt you were cast in the starring role,” he murmured, touching his lips to the back of her hand. She felt a frisson of something and told herself she had not yet come down from her high. Though that was hardly the case given the way she and Sigurd had parted. Or, rather, he had left her in that embarrassing and unsatisfied position.

She wriggled her shoulders before moving across to the window seat. It was probably unconventional, but wasn’t that the kind of relationship she was hoping for?

“I sent for you and apparently forgot all about it. How