Revenge In Silk Sheets
It opened before she answered, and Butler John’s polite voice floated in.
“Madam, breakfast is served. Mr. Blackwood requests your presence.”
Thea stiffened, looking over her shoulder. “Tell him I’m not hungry.”
Butler John, as ever, remained serene. “Madam, I’m afraid he insisted.”
Thea’s stomach tightened. Of course he did. Seth Blackwood didn’t take no for an answer, not even about breakfast.
“I’ll come later,” she tried again, but Butler John only inclined his head, his calm persistence leaving no room for negotiation.
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